It was his sunset-painted heart,
dulcet-washed eyes, and
his contagious laughter that
makes my mornings
and anxiety-filtered moments
spark little fires
deep inside.

I am invisible,
no one can see me
with a giant mass overhead
blinding vision.
pain.
suffering.
riding into it's direction
grasp on reality begins to fade
the past behind you is forgotten
a lost memory
beams of light take over
becoming skyscrapers and airplanes
sweat falling into the eyes
temperature of skin burning up
her light cuffs you by the throat
dragging you forward to discover unknowns
whether it be the inside of your mind
or the weather around you
I see beads of water jumping upward from grass
tires leaving their signature on concrete
but her light erases every piece of evidence
she flickers a lighter and sets fire
to wet grass from the day before
and to the markings left made from wet tires
is her purpose only to erase?
she erases my mind to think. she erases my vision to see. she erases my comfort I rather lie in than to be in her presence.

The light breezes moving the locks of my hair back and forth,
The clouds riding the sky as fluffy cotton *****,
The chaos of sounds of the birds and animals calming the mind,
The green herbs, shrubs, and trees giving fresh air to humankind,

The serenity in that scenery
makes my heart float merrily.

~ S.G

A start for a day.

A new beginning.

A new chance to live your life the way you want to.

Your life - your decisions.

Make the best of each day of your life.

Make mistakes - be happy.

Make yourself happy.

And the next morning wake up and think of all the thinks that made you happy yesterday and find the things that will make you happy today.

You have the ability to change you and yourself everyday, every morning.