she's beauty you think
sashaying through your mind
she's perfect in pink
anathema to our kind

he's brilliant you swear
as he climbs upon the altar
he's courageous, he's fair
come to save us when we falter

her beauty a mask
his brilliance a disguise
all bent to the task
of selling the lies

the deepest truth hidden,
reality’s grandest lark—
we are all ugly, broken children
stumbling blindly through the dark

As I was falling into the darkness

a helping hand reached out

to pull me out of the dark

and bring me back to light.

Afraid of dragging a friend down

I pulled my hands back,

let it go.

Broke the last

thread of light.

Sun is going out
white lily sad hangs head
unseen tears blurred view.



Shell✨🐚

Still sitting here after all these years
Thinking of nothing much at all
Nothing much runs through my mind
If I were to make that call

With nothing much to do
And even less to see
Nothing much is all I have
If you were to question me

Nothing much I must say
Ever gets in the way
Of the feelings in which I’m dealing
On a daily base

If there’s ever a need to try and keep
All of this in play
I’d have to lean on nothing much, you see
Then mosey on along my way