It's so nice to be lost
In something other than my mind
No matter what the cost
I have definitely come to find
That this is me at my best
With a chance to care
A chance to let my soul rest
And I am acutely aware
That this is the highest I get
Consequently the farthest I fall
But I never find it to be a bad bet
Because all good things start small
Though I tend to move quick
It's by no means in a rush
It's just you give my brain a kick
And here I am with a bit of a crush
Writing something happy always feels weird. No matter how much I love writing this kind of content, it is very difficult for me to have the proper motivation. I always jokingly call this portion of my work, "About A Girl" poetry, but there's a lot of truth in it. For some reason women always tend to be my muse for more joyful or thankful content. I wouldn't have it any other way...
