I'm back, baby!!
Oh no.
Man, it's so good to be back!
Why are you here.
What do you mean? Didn't you let me in?
No, no, no, go away.
You let me in, little lightning girl.
Please go away.
Lightning girl.
Stop calling me that.
No, I missed you. I think I'm gonna stay. I see you like a boy? Excuse me, a man. He's handsome. Oh, you really like him.
No, please. Leave me alone.
He's going to hate you.
I know.
Now that I'm back.
YOU ARE READING
Finding Joy
PoetryI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
