Why do we bother, where is the win,
Can we ever be happy, is pleasure a sin.

I'm sorry, not sorry to strangers and kin,
My battle is fierce and always within.

Soon we are gone and eternity wins,
A scarecrow, a lion, a man made of tin.

My mom
Is music
watching Gilmore girls with takeout thai food
and comfort

My Dad
Is loudness
Uncontrollable anger
And reluctant love

My cat
Is laying in bed with me when I cry
Stealing my food
And making me laugh even when I don't want to

My friend
Is bubbles
Singing let it go as loud as we can at 2am
And walking around downtown super fast as we talk

My extended family
Is 13 hour plane rides
Friday night dinners
And having ice cream on the balcony

The Medusa touch
Is the British
Rosemary's Baby
Only better

Because the world is round
the wind is high
And the sky is blue
I cry

In early morning dew,
Under velvet see through
veil.
I saw my moon
sleeping like a baby.
Dreaming of a
lazy sun
to get up soon.
To brighten this new day.

Thank You for just another day.




Shell ✨🐚