Let us be like a field of flowers.
Flowers under the sun
Always turning.
Always sharing all this light.
Together.
What a beautiful sight.



Shell✨🐚

You might think that by now I’d have
The fruits of my maturity—
Good judgement and some dignity
The wisdom of my years—
And doing really stupid things
Would now have no appeal to me
My lessons learned,
My hard earned wisdom paid for with my tears.

But you’d be wrong.