Do you ever feel like you have secret joys?
Not things you think you should hide or that make you feel ashamed inside,
But just those things that you couldn’t explain?
Like the reason you like you’re job that starts at 3, or your tea bitter instead of sweet, or why hunger feels more calming than agitating some mornings
And you know they’re not all great.
Habits that have worn into you in crevices you couldn’t trace
But I can’t chase the calm of it away,
The life giving quiet that lengthens your days.
Those crazy, only-you joys.
photo dump of old Genshin stuff
So you’re telling me I hurt in fall and winter cause it’s cold, during and before storms because of pressure, and during spring and summer because it’s humid.
WHEN IS MY TURN FOR HAPPINESS
Are you ever scrolling through tumblr or instagram, or reading poetry or fanfiction, or walking under the stars or watching the first snow fall of the season, and think how do people cope? with the beauty we breathe in everyday and the colors that flood the edges of our brains? Why don’t we choke? How do we walk with the weights on our feet? How have we lived on through so much beauty?