I’ve been thinking lately about happiness ,then I remind myself that I’ve always been absolute mess.
It’s what canvas of my life that I’m painting from years, still when I look behind I only pour tears.
It’s not that I can’t solve the mess,
But somewhere I’ve happily accepted this strangeness.
I do love and cherish myself but some moments draw me into shear stress.
No I’m not that weak and beautiful flower but I’ve all that strange power.
Power to strengthen myself when I’m in need ‘cuz sometimes that hidden ego in me exceed, Exceed that sanity that I am fiercely holding within making that unnecessary ego grin.
Yes, I feel and write but that really makes my day bright.🌸🌞🌸