44. The Little Things in Life

School Stress xD is killing me very slowly... I realized that my life is really crazy right now and it's really tough to deal with all these changes. And, really, it's the little insignificant things that count- like admiring the sun in the morning, talking to someone you don't usually talk to, say a joke, skip on the street for no reason... makes my life a whole lot more enjoyable (: School is really demanding, and home life is also a blur, but hey, I'm still here and I am. Attempting. To. RELAX. It's working, somewhat (:

Life's great, enjoy it.

Butterflies. Gnawing at your insides,
Leaking purple blood
Strength debilitated,
Crystal thoughts morphed into mud.

All the stress builds up,
Like fungus on a birch tree
Why is there so much pressure,
So many expectations of me?

University is important
I know, it's true
But there's so much more to life...
So much more I can do

Give a go at snake soup, skydive
Discover my soul mate
Travel around the world...
Visit every single state

Just rest on the dewy grass
And gaze up at the stars...
Casually squat on the sidewalk
And count passing by cars

Wear too much makeup
Forget to wash the dishes
Puff white fuzzy dandelions
And make a million wishes

In life, it's the little things that count
No matter how trifling they seem
Close your eyes, relax, and, know that:

You're not perfect,

and you don't have to be

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Happiness is Pink Jellybeans

Happiness is jumping in a pool of pink jellybeans Feeling the cool candy on my skin Happiness is enjoying the pleasures of life Without worrying about confessing my sins Whoever said that we are gluttons For biting juicy pears on the beach Must never have felt the sand in their toes They must have placed their own soul out of reach And what about greed? It's not all that bad To bury a pile of chestnuts for the spring All animals do it, so why shouldn't we? If it's greedy to love yourself, let it be Lust is the one that makes pastors blush Yet it's one of the greatest joys in the body A kiss and a dance, laughter and romance Why did we ever label this happiness as naughty? Have you ever seen a cat sad when it naps? It is okay to sometimes be lazy The body needs rest as does the mind Or the world will set fire from the crazy If happiness is a sin, then let me smile in hell Looking up at the do-gooders above For to live is to err, to cry, and to sing Happiness is pink jell...

Lost in Rio

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Lambs

I used to be a scared 'lil lamb Threatened by the horns of every ram In the pond I used to see All my flaws staring back at me I liked to blend in with the flock In a sea of sheep out on the dock In the world I did not trust And after wolves I always did lust Now I've shed this woolen coat I'm friends with ever pig, and horse, and goat I don't fear a wolf in sheep's clothing 'Cause I'm fed up with sick self-loathing I roam the meadows at sunrise No longer obsessed with my demise And in my reflection, all I see Is a lone, brave wolf staring back at me

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