Grown Under Self Shelters and Semi-Suns
I feel myself filling up
Like everything need not be so complex
The beauty of simplicity laying on beach chairs
Waiting to be painted by those patient enough to find its beauty
I feel myself giving off warmth
Like christmas trees catching fire
Granted the fire never spreading but engulfing
Granted engulfing but never harming only overwhelming
I feel my heart going into remission
Like this is my big break
Everything is laying itself out before me, mountains within my grasp
All there is left for me is to leap out towards them, to fall terribly, and break hardened skin
May I always feel this full
May my friends never feel their values diminish
May no one ever be bartered for less than they are worth
I only wish to see all who I have loved and who have loved me in return
Be absolutely crushed under the weight of the world that loves them
May their tears feed into grandeur sense-of-self and heightened happiness