Happiness like the water does trickle
Or pour down in storms
Whether adored or ignored I’m sure
Laughing uncontrollably
Static electricity through me
And mines
Familia sweet lemon lime sensimilia
Obviously abstract but I know
You don’t need to
Every homeless person I meet
Here’s my number; I’ll feed you
Anyways I’m going to push on
through
Whatever you do; that’s on you
I’m on one
But raising our seeds is on two
GoodnightNina. 