F R Ag I Le

Feeling icky and picky and freaky and ty Radiant as the Arizona’s shimmering sun before dawn And what about you? Are you California’s mesmerizing moon? Gentility grabs a hold of me Isolated in my introvertedly enduring, illuminated, immaculate imagination…in my igloo of loneliness and despair and life is not fair, but it’s life I suppose…I believe I won’t grieve anymore… Let me grow fervently like a sunflower against the sunshine divine Emptiness is filled with joy at last! Finally, satisfied with myself for once in my life…