Tired of hunting for treasure in quick sand

mayapoetbe:

I wish there was a chance

for me to be alright

I wish there was a chance

to have a quite good life

-mayapoetbe

Shh—

I feel you, Spring,
Buzzing around my head.
I hear you in my ears,
Reminding me what roots
And what sheds.

“Good is in the inside…”
Waiting! — To thaw,
To break open,
To bloom.

Your incessant whisper:
“Simplify, confront,
don’t avoid.”
Somehow! — Don’t avoid.

We can always get better
Things will always get better.