This minute

And just like that, it goes away This random feeling amid a sea of constant boredomthat sparks that you are a week soul insideand that you’re truly lost, just like everyone elsewhen your intentions are mistakenleading to this ability to drop everythingand to be ok with the end Is this what one feels when they

Weak gut talks

Let me bein this solemn dreamwhere my hair spins free like the summer sunlightlet me danceundercovervoice belowdown underfight me hardspin me aroundturn me downloving loudhide me loverbreak the chainfight like me suckerheal the paintell it like soblabber it wholetake it in deepand rest is a gohide like me loverfeel the painhanging down riverwhere there’s no

Sun god

Sometimes everything becomes so difficult, and you feel weak and lonely. But the sun has a marvelous way of shining on you, smiling zenfully at you, holding your hand, and picking you up.