exisiting in a world where happiness is scarce
makes me far more pessimistic than i’d like
but with you
the sun smiles back
the wind hugs me as i embrace my spirit
when i’d finally given up,
resorting to my complacency as a last hope
there you stand
as majestic as the first bloom
my saving grace
hope returns in the form of an angel
and so does my lust for life.
- opulent-ailurophile















