garden house

E Park 

The corner of happiness and stress
Do I confess that I might actually digress
When I feel like I grow
I don't know

A bubble of comfort
inside shared
Free flowing locks of wavy blonde hair
two kittens,
dead flowers,
an avocado,
and fortune cookies
We are the rookies
The rookies of life
While we hide inside our garden house
As the sun seeps through our souls

-grace gutekanst