How did I lose sight of the things that matter, the things that last?

I've slept into the road more traveled, the rut of the intangible tangibles. I've given up pursuit of the extraordinary for the immediacy of the common. But I'm weary of seeing things that fade, of tasting what makes me cry, of holding on to that which falls apart, of believing in things that promise what they can never give.

So I want to hold the tangible intangibles, the simple things that resonate the tone of my heart as it was formed, things that are beautiful in their plainness, breath taking in lasting reality. I want to buy a house and rent rooms to the thoughts that make my soul skip a beat and my heart to dance. Clothe me with those simple things and feed me the thoughts of such impossibly plausible fulfillment.