Whimsical, spiritual, and honest-to-goodness, really beautiful.
Is it theoretical?
I'm so fucking screwed.
...
I'm not convinced it's real. Maybe I'm resisting how I feel,
Because I'm so fucking screwed.
...
Fortuitous and unimaginable, I'm lost at sea.
I was just getting used to it just being me.
No lifebuoy can save me from this lively boy.
I'm hesitant to be thrown around like a child's toy.
I'm so fucking screwed.
...
With the winds of change and a steady sail,
I'm hopeful I can prevail.
Maybe I'm not so fucking screwed after all.
Because everything feels better after the fall.
...
A hint of sea salt air, a smoke, and a bloke,
It's not just a dream or a really bad joke.
But I'm still so fucking screwed.
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Heather Whiteside
There's no rhyme or reason, just soaking up every season.
Creator Relations Associate @ Vocal
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