A Whim, A Whim, A Whim

Unapologetic in her pleasures

Selecting them like flowers

Like clouds puffed away; an exhale

Ecstasy

A whim, a whim, a whim

No need to compare to others

No such thing as betters

Just different talents; inspiration

Learning

More, and more, and more

No greater joy than growing

No greater triumph than knowing

Tomorrow could the best; believe it

Hoping

A whim, a whim, a whim

– Sara Myriad

Note: I know I write a lot about dark and heavy themes: loss, mental health, doubt. But sometimes I just want a little hope. The lows are low, but the highs go into the heavens.