Whenever I feel blue,
I like to drink coffee with extra
walk around barefoot on creaky wooden floors and
put on red Converses worn in with memories.
I’d walk around with earphones
on and pretend my life is a movie with a jazzy art deco
tune for the soundtrack.
often I’d glance at my reflection on windows
and realize that my sunglasses really suit my face
I would find a bench to sit on and see lives passing by while I imagine
intricate backstories for intriguing persons
then I’d think
back to my woes and oh noes and golly gee
and board on a train of thought destined to jump off a cliff to a monstrous river
raucous with crashing waves
Then I’d remember.
I’d remember that I am made of stardust
that the atoms on the tips of my eyelashes start to exist while a star ceased to
that my cracked knuckles are made of billion year old carbon
that my broken toenail used to be part of a constellation
that paint the night sky.
I’d drown myself in that rosy thought
and feel okay.
I’d feel okay.
It’s so easy to be happy, it’s almost disgraceful to be sad.
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