Some days it’s pitch perfect. Some days it sucks.
Some are ebullient. Some days give no fucks.
Some folks are awful & some seem so great.
Sometimes I wonder who’s real & who’s fake.
Sometimes life flows smoothly; sometimes it’s rough.
Somedays it’s too much & next not enough.
Somewhere is someone who has love for me.
Somewhere I hide so that love cannot see.
Somehow I must live this life to its end.
Someday I will make a fuckable friend.
Somehow my work will come to fruition.
Someday I’ll manifest intuition.
Someone will find me & fall for my words.
Someone will raise me up higher than birds.
L.B.Stowe 