The happy place

I’m been acting like a flower lately, in the absence of a moon, I’ve gotten energised by the bright shining sun.

I’ve not felt bad, but I did eat halloumi burger with cheddar on it, and I can recommend.

I can recommend

Not only am I a sunflower, bright and yellow. But also in a washed out, wrung out rag, having this distinct old rag sliminess aspect.

I’m a winner in the lottery of life, so why is it so hard even so? And am I even allowed to complain?

I think that it’s meant to be like this