I close my eyes
and try to recall what happy felt like
and wonder where it went
it’s lost
amid the noise of the world
and other people’s opinion of my worth
and bad hair days
and tight pants
and the sound of the neighbor’s leaf blower
and rantings of fear and hate on social media
and all I want
is the serenity of nature
and sun in my face
and sand between my toes
and the pop and crack of a bonfire
with the lull of waves lapping at the shore
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
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Definitely! Wish I could afford it.
Your words are always beautiful and touching
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