To Best the Broken Nest.

To Best the Broken Nest

There is no love

Within this house

We can't go out to play

We're stuck inside

Trying to hide

To pass the day away

But in the corners

Of our walls

We can all find parts

Of hidden joy

And youth's sweet ploy

To recollect our hearts.

Written 11.22.09 @ 12:36 AM

Little Sweetnesses.

I love the look of earthly things that bring me happiness. The simple, everyday items that I treasure or crave. I've come to realize that the mere sight of such things seeps joy into my heart, even before my consciousness has registered what they are. The sweetly feminine pink and purple of my favorite fruity snacks. The sunflowery gold of my adored brand of chips. The rich emerald green of my favorite canned beverage. The creamy brown swirls of my preciously preferred tea. These are simple, perhaps shallow, pleasures of today. But what is joy in life if not a composite of the little sweetnesses, the minute details that others view as plain but we see as beautiful.

Written 9.8.09 @ 4:32 PM