So What?

Shells on the beach

Like stars out of reach

Except

In reach.

Cut grass on the green

Like things left unseen

Except

Seen

Bubbles floating high

Like clouds fluffing by

Except

Not fluffy

Flowers from afar

Like life in a jar

Except

Out of a jar

Things left unsaid

Often stay in my head

Except

They don’t

Do they?

Because I spew them out all over the place like some projectile vomiting child held over its parent’s shoulder while its spew bounces off the wall from five feet away.

And life goes on and flowers smell lovely and clouds are fluffy and bubbles are pretty and cut grass smells brilliant and stars twinkle and shells are precious.

So fucking what!