everything is perfect.
the way they are.
outside.
the stones.
the houses.
the dandelions.
it's all good.
i've been made this way.
not for one moment do i suspect more dandelions should be here and here.
they are where they are,
and its all perfect.
Magic has its own seasons,
Unbeknownst to the island, the sea has its own reasons,
And although the sand can't believe it, each wave crashes with meaning,
Inspiring the ground to start breeding; new life is breathing...
You can keep it !
if anyone ever hate on u just kno that they aren't blissed out... and feel sorry for them that they aren't blissed out... and lastly, pray for them to one day be blissed out... love.