[of dreams and galaxies]

[ Happy Things]

/Happy things/
In my journal I have the last page already made
it's a jar filled with flowers
a mindless doodle
In my wardrobe
I have one favorite shirt
It's yellow and comfortable
In the books I read
that one single poetry book
is the one I remember the most about
In the sky
the specks of pink merging with the oranges
I'm never able to capture it
In the warmth
I'm still searching for
In the words
That come to me in the quiet of the night
And leave me once it's daylight again
In the way I'm trying
to speak without breaking
In the art
I'm trying to learn /create
In the waves of the ocean
I can hear it calling my name
In the dead of the night
And I say it back
Sometimes
A hushed whisper
A lover's cry
In ways of learning
To love oneself
How I'm trying to write about myself
With happiness
But all that comes out is longing