Issy Paris ~ Pen ✒️ Pal

Honey Boy J. 

I am contemplating ” suffering” 

Good thought

Oh I do plenty of that, the master of misery I am


Miss master planner is in overdrive 

Why do you ask?

The fragility of my overactive brain on fire

Nonetheless breathing oxygen enables all these humans to suffer hell regardless of whether we like it or not

How about we sit in the rain to quell the fire in our gut

Or better still dance naked on the roof

And catch stars ✨ just for fun

Now wouldn’t that be an overkill

Life’s like that you know!

This head is overkill with all that junk we did together

Remember when you burnt those peacock 🦚 feathers in anger and how I laughed in glee 

Now that was a moment in time 

Moments of recollections “one” treasures 

All that terminated that dumb word ” suffering ” 

From this moment on let’s cross the world out!

Climb a tree 

Or run naked 

Through the cosmos 

Catching unicorns 

Wouldn’t that be fun

I am me 

You are a thing of majestic wonderfulness 

Riding a suit of many colours 

We could you know

Wouldn’t that be delightful 

Thoughts of a dreamer 

By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)