There is always something, Erin, to be happy about. Truly happy.
And if you have the audacity to find it and the courage to make it your focus, in spite of the countless temptations to do otherwise, you will have learned well, your life will be transformed, and all things will be added unto you.
Fold your petals up next time.
Your buds are wilting
With the humidity of your urgency.
No matter how you feel right now
In your moment of thirst
Turn your face up to the sun
Roll out your leaves
I have a habit of always wanting things to be different than they are. Good for changing what I can, bad for accepting what I cannot.
In the former this dissatisfaction drives my determination to make the world a more beautiful and loving place… In the latter it leaves me pining for inaccurate impersonations of individuals that can easily veer into a nonexistent reality.
It’s like encountering people through an old pane of glass: their outlines get distorted and sometimes my heart gets caught up in seeing figments of rainbows and flashes of light that don’t actually exist. And all too often the glass shatters when I touch it, leaving people standing before me cloaked only in painful truth. So I have no other choice but to walk away, my fingertips bleeding with discontentment.
Just once it would be nice to be pleasantly surprised instead of quietly disappointed…
And just when we learned that it would be you, again, who’d change the course of the entire human civilization, we learned that this time you’d do it as an insider, on the ground, amongst the masses, under the alias of Erin Lyons…
Thanks for all the goose bumps, Erin!
“Shell smashed, juices flowing
Wings twitch, legs are going
Don’t get sentimental
It always ends up drivel…
One day… I’m going to grow wings…
A chemical reaction
Hysterical and useless
Why couldn’t you be everything thought you were? Instead I’m left sitting here Surrounded by tangled skeletons Trying to sort out my skull from my wishbone.