The Importance Of Being Wilde Poem by Josh Harris

There's something divine about being by yourself.
When the rest of the world shrinks to a fingernail of existence,
and you're left with your thoughts.
And the act of living and being alive is stripped down
to who you truly are and not who society made you.

Like driving on an open road
Or standing in the middle of a field on a perfect summer day.
Maybe even dancing a little,
Swaying and gently twirling to a tune only you could hear.

Like those days that you spend looking at photo albums,
literally surrounded by memories.
Love and laughter thrumming in your mind
and resonating in your bones.
There's a divinity to it - That Wildean existence.

A burning ember of every little piece of visceral imagery,
Wild and wonderful and mad and beautiful.
A life where you're you and your future is but your own,
taking in every breath of the wind
and caressing every blade of grass.

You're standing in an infinite plane of possibility.
Telling the story of the universe,
by living in the truth of who you are.