I’ve taken up a new hobby…
Stringing beads…
Special beads…
Fancy beads…
Beads that will change the world.
True holiness is hidden in the simplest tasks…
Through distant arches of lights…
Past all those forgotten bridges…
Into the absurd, the abstract, the ridiculous.
My beads will be intricate threads of thankfulness…
Extending from root tip to root tip…
Able to speak of things hidden in the stars…
Reminding the wearer to dance wherever you can.
They will have magical powers…
With a thirst for everything new…
A million points of light…
Never too dark, never too bright.
My beads will bring you back to places you have been…
Stuff that you have done…
Nothing artificial…
Only the beautiful reflection of you.
I love you,
Annie