Today is a good day.
So take a hammer to all the bad days
Watch them shatter and
Melt into nothing.
You cannot be destroyed
If you refuse to be.
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, Pastel
PoésieI wonder is you can feel it too- The discrete pockets of sunlight Slipping through on dreary days; It warms my skin and fuels my smile. I'll keep the garden, After all. {Sequel to Fake Flowers}
