Days
turn into nights
I walk into fields
of flowers
speaking your soul
as they sway into the wind.
making friends with bees and humming birds.

My heart is drenched.
The sadness flexes
The sorrow overwhelming.
The light catches.
Burning and blinding me.
And I didn't know
I'd be affected so desperately

you say I'm a loud person
But I'm a dork, with silliness abound.
People could never know
how my half lives...
How my other half shows.

I follow your energies flutters
scuttles from walk to stride.
Smiles
that look effortless
I wonder if I should say something.

I know what ignites your heart
I know that intellect and power taken by storm
to generate into a life of wonder, happiness and funny scorn.
My problem is that she's already, hopped on your boat, to float around the sea,
she cooked the meals and made it about funny little dreams.
in a world of takers, holding out their hands
in a world of fakers, laughing at the expense of your energies demands,
In a world full of talkers, substance is difficult to stand,
people to look forward to, dies in the quick sand.
Instant gratification
rather than grateful motivation. Birds chirping goes to unnoticed
when the trees grow, and no one is phased
and dinner is quiet small talk
with nothing but weirdos sage.
I choose magic work
healing perks
shouldering the responsibility and making it seem easier.
Melancholy sugar
is not focusing on the pain,
but how to rewrite the laughter, in our universe to serve our joy again