the coffee flushed pages of my journal reeks the relics of a medieval castle, the cramming words scribbled in a downpouring hush looks like a bombarded battlefield wincing at the blood-breathing war, a hefty snowstorm flicks out of the ocean liquidated pen when I hold its neck untying the monstrous story buried down inside my chest, thumping indecisively at the autumn dripping sun. they think they can understand but they fail every time to sneak cautiously at it's calloused edges from the corners of my lying eyes.
a superstitious notion is as dangerous as a triggered phobia.
a gratitude refilled heart is as lively as a newly bloomed hibiscus.
a comforting positive self- talk is as surprising as an uninvited robbery.
to thrive empathy and to unleash the magic taming in your heart, include your name while addressing yourself, catch the fireflies exclusively meant for you.
what fires together wires together- don't let your negative way of thinking become an autonomous vehicle of your mind.