Sorrow 💫

“IF.” a.k.a.: “Undistinguishable.” From this state of great distress, I wish to getaway.

In a state of comfort, warmth is where I wish to stay.

In vile weakness, as I turn, I wish for strength to have, For strength, I wish to hold onto – in strength I need no salve.

In impotence and uselessness, I feel my being lost.

To function and be useful, I wish at any cost,

And, yes, I shun this bad distress; if useless and so weaK, I am, thus, just inadequate, but, IF I took a peak

And saw above conditions, as counterparts all are, I would be contented be forever, Slug or God or Star. 💫

Mystic Poet ~

It is a Blessing

And a curse

To feel every thing

So very deeply



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)