When you get angry at him for judging you.
For stupid things you cannot control.
Or having fun doing your beloved recreations.
My favourite is when the kisses become real ones.
He makes me happy and that is why I adore him.
When you get angry at him for judging you.
For stupid things you cannot control.
Or having fun doing your beloved recreations.
My favourite is when the kisses become real ones.
He makes me happy and that is why I adore him.
A less crowded theatre event.
Still worthy of a showing.
Blinded by the light upon exiting.
Movie popcorn is the bomb.
Who wants to go with me?
Stumbling.
Bumping.
Mumbling.
Moaning.
Growling.
Zombies should just drink more coffee.
Fresh new backpack.
New binders and paper.
Crayons and pencils.
Best of all
waving them goodbye
as they enter the school doors.
A brilliant green swirling into yellow.
Flashes of pinks and purples
Flare across the Northern Skies.
The background of dark blues and black
magnify the procession of colours.
Aurora Borealis at its finest.
The snow bank where I sit lights up the colours even more.
Winter brings many things
but this one is a pure joy.
I am disabled.
Handicapped.
Or semi-able.
The organ in question is very important.
Without it the body could not function.
Yet even in this state I am still alive.
The chemicals in my brain fire haphazardly
and so my mental health deteriorates.
Yet even so
no one believes me
when I say I need help
to combat the crushing depression.
The usual response
“just exercise more”
or “just go do it!”
When the brain backfires
doing “it”
is no longer an option.
Squiooshiable.
Flufflier as they age.
Softer and sweeter.
Oh so cute.
Pets are to be adored.
Covered in fur.
Pet hair to be exact.
Grooming the cats.
Purring excitement.
Delightful tail spikes.
Happy cats that are so soft.
Time.
Truth.
Tension.
Tights.
Men in tight tights.
Tutu’s.
Terrible puns.
Trellises.
Tantalizing tastes.
Toothpaste tubes.
Thoughts that go nowhere real.
No internet.
Other people around.
Good food.
Campfire burning.
Working on the site.
Painting the rafters.
Neck hurts.
Hide in my one person cabin.
Overwhelmed by socializing.
New normal still sucks.
But the weekend was fun.