The rhythmic pitter patter over my head
In contrast to the constant typing,
Pull me towards the sight from my window.
The glass beads that hang from
The wires outside say a cheery hello.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee
Mixed with the damp air outside
Are synonymous with everything calm and joyful,
And give me a reason to crack a smile.
Looking back inside, I wonder
If with power comes responsibility,
And with work, comes immense stress.
The whole day spent staring at a screen
As if there are no people to address.
When all the work is done
And you search for a way to relax,
Why is the solution another screen?
Looking at the fakeness and laughing.
Try shifting your attention
To the world around you,
And you will never say no
To enjoy the rain and the trees.
- Izzie. H
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Carnivals
PoetryLove is a dagger, as said by Loki. And life is a series of unfortunate events. Since it looks a tad too dark, let's switch it up. As I see it, life is a series of carnivals. And we're trying to make sense of all the chaos as we go.This is a book on...
