Unapologetic in her pleasures
Selecting them like flowers
Like clouds puffed away; an exhale
Ecstasy
A whim, a whim, a whim
No need to compare to others
No such thing as betters
Just different talents; inspiration
Learning
More, and more, and more
No greater joy than growing
No greater triumph than knowing
Tomorrow could the best; believe it
Hoping
A whim, a whim, a whim
– Sara Myriad
Note: I know I write a lot about dark and heavy themes: loss, mental health, doubt. But sometimes I just want a little hope. The lows are low, but the highs go into the heavens.
