Every day starts with a yawn
And out of bed you go
Birds don’t always chirp
And your head isn’t always never hurt
Your heart might feel heavy and
Your stomach, empty.
Of all the butterflies.
Coffee works for morning struggles, but
To what cost?
Sometimes emptiness is best
Sometimes the butterflies aren’t always beautiful
The world is full of light and dark greys
Nothing changes at all
Grey isn’t a bad color either, really
Just so…
Bland.
A typical day
A typical life
A typical being in
A typical world.
Despite this, however
A spark of color
May just brighten your existence
Through the love of those
You hold close
And through your creations
Unique to you
-Lucy Z., 705
The Swerve 