Content is not Consistent
fill your bouquet will a variety of colors
being happy is something I’ve always wanted
A constant state of it..
A satisfying feeling of being content and not as fragile as the next person to your right or your left (forever I want that feeling)
And even when the feelings are pushed to the shore the sand will bury it once more
like a bouquet of flowers the petals begin to dwindle
The essence of life itself is not constant and will never reach consistency
So, do not think that it is the "key"
This bouquet is made up of my favorite flowers though….
Their colors distinct from one another
The feelings these colors give me are inexplicable but..
If my mom was alive I know she would be able to describe this feeling they give me
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About the Creator
Aubrie Belle
A writer who excels in the overwhelming. My overwhelming is, LIFE. Poetry is an attribute to my life, so have it take affect in yours too.
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