winter blues
give way
like an unlocked door
to anxious red-orange…
Why is it,
that we never quite seem,
to view our travels,
like the epic journeys they could be?..
A good story stays,
and a flapping butterfly…
all of this is written forwards
do with that what you will…
I have scars
like pinpricks
in my sky.
Don’t you mean
stars…
Quiet
does not equal
silent
Do you hear…
Appreciated,
by birds, flowers, human bees…
Thank you so much,
for the little moments
that you pass here…
to be very clear
i dont mean like a fuzzy floofy coat or whatever
i just bought this one cute raincoat like a year ago…
don’t hurl
words at me today,
I am a cream puff,
crispy exterior…
