open up the window
watch the wind through the willow
Finally, it's Autumn cold
Time to take out your boots
Time to take out notebooks
Time to make memories
Time to shake all  berries
Finally Autumn cold in our city
Time to talk in rain
Time to walk in rain
Time to live among the leaves
Time to live for our feels
It's Autumn cold

Daisy daisy..🌼

Oh my girl Daisy !
Daisy daisy..
Don’t get crazy..
Come with me,
Will tell you a tale..
Once a grandma,
planted some daisy..
That grew everywhere
  like a **** so crazy..
With smiling petals,
  like an angel..  
Like telling a tale;
   smile always,
    whatever comes in life..
Face it with cheers.. 😊
   Face it with courage.. 👍🏻
     And stay bloomed.  
       and refreshed.. 🌸

Daisy my girl !
Don’t be nasty..
Be so happy..
As life is, once only,
That God gave with mercy..

Daisy daisy..  
Be like a flower daisy..
And stay cheerful,
      to be as a daisy.. 😊

The day after my Aunt Ro died
a doe approached within a few feet
as if confused about where she was
and what she should be doing.
I could neither comfort nor advise her.
I let her be not considering until later maybe
I had witnessed the transmigration of a soul.
But in the end I applied Ockham’s razor—

you rarely see what you believe.
A mile further along my morning stroll
I was greeted cheerfully by a flock
of cedar waxwings I always consider it a blessing
to encounter. Such social, amiable beings
I hope Aunt Ro will join, so sure are they of who they are—

Why won't you answer my calls?
Does the phone ring off the wall
Are you thinking of him
Why do you rock my world...

I know love's a word away
You just need to say you love me
In a letter posted to the heavens
You shake my earth...

Do you think of me with each season
They'll keep changing
And we won't meet
But, I know we will have changed.

So, move on.

If only I wasn't such a freak then I could explore the world every day of the week.
being constantly stuck in this place I call home, I just sit and watch the other freaks roam.
all the normal people have someone to love, and I'm stuck here talking to the angels above.
maybe if I looked different I would get treated better, or pretty and famous then my fans would write me letters.
but normal is not absolutely in my inside, and I don't wanna act like something I don't define.
but it's okay to be different because different is better, whether it's pretty or not like an ugly sweater.
being a freak doesn't make you weak, being the same will always make you lame.
realize this cause this is who you are, and finding the truth isn't so far.

When my heart is full
It feels overwhelming
But cozy
At the same time.

It strikes suddenly.
As irrational laugher that causes fat droplets to squeeze out of your eyes,
Or appreciation for relationships
Probably pushed to the forefront of your mind
Through the slight tipsy haze of alcohol.

And I try to grasp that feeling
Try to clench my own heart, bursting, in my fist.
And when it inevitably takes flight,
I realise I do not mind at all.