Tremors, no one will guide you
Comfort in electrical hums,
More than love, more than warmth,
You finally love yourself.
As you watch the sun blind you behind the palm trees,
The thermal glow on your skin,
Clashing arguments of waves,
Countless grains outline the road maps of your toes.
You've learned to love again, not with someone else.
Reflections no longer smell of hot garbage,
You're an A-list celebrity, starring in your own sitcom.
No need for others, heaven has a height
And it's you.
True beauty only comes when you realize the truth.
That happiness lies in perfect solitude.
Being comfortable with yourself, not too shabby.