The small casuals of life.
Those are the things which I long for.
Many of those around me
Find solitude in
Serenity.
I want that so badly,
For I cannot even sleep
Without some form of chaos.
Things that are coveted
Are always complicated.
Jealousy itself is complicated.
Only hate is simple,
Only hate is beautiful.
Love can be but seems
To end up like a drunken one night stand.
The person next to you
Isnt as beautiful
As they were 20 years ago.
All I want is to lay on the grass
Smell the rain, hear thunder.
Watch clouds, leaves, and life blow by
On the West Wind.
I want the
Sweet Nectar of life
To be as simple as water.