06.May.24

β€œNight-night, Welt.”

β€œSniffles dealt.”

β€œSo, oh, welp.”

β€œTea in delft.”

β€œStay, night light.”

β€œBut, not too bright.”

β€œJust safe for sleep.”

β€œAnd, life to keep.”

β€œI wish for care.”

β€œOh, and Big Bear.”

β€œBoo, turning sick.”

β€œHope better quick.” ; )

05.May.24

Then, I used to spend sunny days sharing sips from a jeroboam, but whilst it had escaped a cellar, I was stepping into my own cave of cognitive caskets.

Now, an arvo’s escape requires only the glasses in panes and the oaks in frames, especially when they open towards a more hopeful viewβ€”a space life-lit, not sad-sat. ; )

03.April.24

Whether weather outside is as frightful as feelings inside still wavers for the moment, but, certainly, heart, intenerate by warmthful wheel of Ferris a la Paris, will not let gelid stings freeze its fortitude. ; )