Dancing To A Happier Place

Yeah, that sounds nice. Let's take that train and watched the scenery fly by. I'm tired of the difficulty without even knowing if it's going to be worth it. I'm tired of it, really. But the thought makes me sad. Why can't it be as easy as dancing?

I take what I see and hear from my surroundings. Shaping them, translating them, making them make sense to me. Who knows what anyone else thinks.

Who knows what I think. I wish I did. My thoughts are jumbled and my ideas are scrambled. Tomorrow might be better.

Chrysanthemum would be better.

But I suppose I'll settle for dandelions for now.