Grown Under Self Shelters and Semi-Suns

Mon, 10/23/2017 - 23:54 -- ReadyF

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

 

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