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Issy Paris ~ Pen ✒️ Pal

Honey Boy J. 


I am contemplating ” suffering” 


Good thought


Oh I do plenty of that, the master of misery I am


Overthinking 


Miss master planner is in overdrive 


Why do you ask?


The fragility of my overactive brain on fire


Nonetheless breathing oxygen enables all these humans to suffer hell regardless of whether we like it or not


How about we sit in the rain to quell the fire in our gut


Or better still dance naked on the roof


And catch stars ✨ just for fun


Now wouldn’t that be an overkill


Life’s like that you know!


This head is overkill with all that junk we did together


Remember when you burnt those peacock 🦚 feathers in anger and how I laughed in glee 


Now that was a moment in time 


Moments of recollections “one” treasures 


All that terminated that dumb word ” suffering ” 


From this moment on let’s cross the world out!


Climb a tree 


Or run naked 


Through the cosmos 


Catching unicorns 


Wouldn’t that be fun


I am me 


You are a thing of majestic wonderfulness 


Riding a suit of many colours 


We could you know


Wouldn’t that be delightful 


Thoughts of a dreamer 
😁

By KINDNESS WISDOM

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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