Life is such a mess

With my scattered friends

And curly colorful hair

Head on my wrists

Looking nowhere

Just see it hanging and existing pretty

Alone and unappreciated

But pretty

Plug through this paper

Plug through this day

Avoiding the things I cannot care for

Forcing other things out of my way

With what little strength I have

I went from being so strong to so weak

Me in my pretty skirt

Hips moving underneath

Inviting onlookers while I look on

To know there is not a single soul in this town

Brave enough for me

And there is white fluff in the air

It graces my path as I make my wait out there

There for me for all to see like magic

Here we both are

Simple magical beautiful mysterious passings

Then we are both gone

But not really, the fluff and I, just go on to get stuck somewhere

And grow roots but mostly deteriorate

The trees that grow no longer magical

Some cut down as nuisances

Some allowed to stay, appreciated openly

Only on seasons when the magic happens

Some grow somewhere far off where no one notices them

And their fluff time comes and goes

Appreciation untold to them

And far off people notice and might wonder momentarily

Where all of this magic came from, but never search it out

Just accept and let it pass

And that is me

Chin on wrist

Get back up and to it

Maybe I will brush my teeth

Find some kind of identity

And be able to care for myself like I did back then

Even if it was fake, it was good enough to take

What a mess

I really don’t

Know

What

To

Do