running in the rain

the young and carefree in the rain.

good days

tinted by vintage yellowand lined by paper creases oldmemories on cracked sidewalkslaughter weaving amongvibrant flowers beamingdance behind filmed eyesdrinking in the lastof life

decalcomania

i want to be the “perfect me” that you hold as your image of me. it just feels so far away.

mismatched comedy

yellow polka dots, purple stripes, clown suits perfect for springshit-eating grin and lifted eyebrow, scholarly smile, hands foldedhigh heels and suits, those shoes hurt my feetmullets and chopped hair, just wanted a small changespilled drinks and crumbled napkins, man, what a messy dinnerflying spit and otherworldly saucers, did i make you laugh too hard?blue elephants

daydreams

blue sky, puffy clouds,figures playing in the sky,ringing of laughter

peter pan

i want to stay in the land of sun,the land with no rain,where it is all fun and games,laughter and child’s play. i want to stay in the land of smiles,where our feet can walk milesand never feel tired,with boundless energy like the Nile. i want to stay in the land of no worries,where finance

What Makes You Laugh?

Laughter is the best medicine. Unknown I don’t suppose there’s anything cheery about being cooped up in your home all day. It’s not cheery to see other countries opening up, and you’re still chained to your room and can’t go see your friends. It’s not cheery to see the countless deaths in the country from