As I look out the window I decide to see my boss about my work.
It didn’t quite go as planned, I broke down and I was sent home for the rest of the day.
Which I spent resting, relaxing
Pondering what this universe had left to offer me.
The colours of the world help mend my mind.
Where can I find true happyiness?
Being able to create such beauty is so magic, I can’t work it out.
But I can admire it.
I enjoy the moment for what it can give.
Delightful, smile, enjoyable.
Memories of a fun time, a time of joy.
I sit there, breathing deeply relaxing and
If nothing else I have a wonder home I comfortable in.
And that I hold precious.
Here life is precious, here I’m happy, but somehow with my ear I know I’m locking myself away in the safety of my home, scared of venturing out like I used to, scared of the world around me.