Colors dressing up spaces with feelings that block happiness.
Good times without a chance mixed with survival in the ruffles of under the weather.
Moments with the power to make the top look much like the bottom.
A story revolving around the distance left to get there and the words to back it up.
A leaning composed by the unique perception of how colors feel when they hit.
A standard of unhappy that settles in with rumors of being the only one.
A worn-out traveler that has come to be expected on the pages and in the home.
A place where even time doesn't change anything nor does dreaming, no matter what is proposed.
And then there is the cost of that particular certainty with takeover on its mind.
And the added weight from layers of grieving.
And fear weaponizing its warnings about the cracks in joy.
As we paint lonely in the circling storms without remembering abandoning the sun that didn't look like we thought it should.
While holding "forever" in our hearts, longing for who we would be without such moments.
For when something leaves or seems to be missing, fingerprints and the frequency of rain blur the mirror.
Because all of this belongs to the occupancy of sorrow's unflinching march, as if the story is over even though we continue to exist.
But giving "unhappy" the space to roam isn't an act of letting happiness go despite the mumblings of sleepless dragons within the home.
For the intimacy of mourning as well as laughter does not live in events but in how it's added to the hand-made identity stretched to fit the garden in.
The hurt has already bloomed and even if it's never that far away, it isn't asking to be remembered by the colors and the words drenched with past beliefs.
For the touch of those incredible notes is about giving up on the "forever" because happiness never thought it was missing in those memories, only that it had been neglected in them.
To love without knowing is to stand in the wreckage and discover that the clarity of the light isn't absent but concealed by the harshness of the wash.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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