when you walk through the desert barefoot
you will step on thorns but
stop and watch the birds in the morning
listen to their songs because
work is never as important as being happy
so take care of yourself first and
smile in the face of certain death
for there will always be more life and
never take advantage of true love
it might only happen once
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC
I didn’t choose life
I didn’t wish existence into these bones
I never prayed to the dust
I was hurled into reality against my will
So why am I stuck trimming thorns off of rosebushes?
When I would rather just be the rose, in bloom.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC