rays of sunshine/and/and/and

i love seeing things that make me feel better
hearing words that calm my nerves.
photographs can be messages and
this little bottle is overflowing with might.

i haven't seen her face in quite some time
so imagine my relief to see futile attempts
and the same category i left behind.
the same scene with the same gothic faces

tattoos black hair and even darker metal
people who just want to ooze hatred
and attempt to evade the light
and i suppose you're right where you should be
in line with a resting sad face
and even less natural features


misery is a butterfly