When the ghost come back to haunt me; the omelets, blended and we confessed, that this project was a mere mess. Never try this, never again, but never be scared of the ole scrappy win. To mix, to try, to play pretend: whether food, or cocktails, or the life you shall mend, be all creative , be just as you are, you my darling, are the falling star.
Two faulted memories I shall embrace, the other was a sandbox, placed in the backyard, the air I still taste. The delivery arrived and was soon to be known.
Having no idea what was yet to be found, he says to me get rid of that frown, I have brought happiness for you, a companion, looking at him, unsure what to mention. Open the toolbox, open and see a small tiny wrench just made for me. I go and fetch this wrench that he speaks, open the box but that is not what I see. A small tiny being all covered with fur, knowing I would love her, here, forever more. One blue eye, and one brown, she was only a jewel to my crown. She hung out with me, for weeks we did spare, her name unknown and she did not care. Finally, her name came, surely to be, only a Daisy would be suitable for me.
Here are the memories, only ones that are clear, the rest of them have been hidden deep in the fear. The question I ponder, the one I must ask, why was there cruelty, why wear the mask? I see you clearly and now I must say, goodbye my dear brother, please be on your way.
Much Love 💜 Much Life