Could you imagine getting stung by a jellyfish?
The physical pain you would have to endure? The beautiful pain?
The ultimate hurt by loveliness.
The colors or clearness of getting hurt by such glory.
Would it make sense to say I've seen such beautiful jellyfish?
One, so glorious and strong that life couldn't bring her down even if it wanted to?
Have you ever seen one like that?
Do you know how many jellyfish there are?
The different kinds?
The amazingly, wonderful kinds?
The most gorgeous of them all,
I know her.
The green aura she admits,
Priceless.
Granted the faults and past,
Glamorous.
I love you, Jellyfish.
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The Days With No Sun
PoetrySometimes we fear truth over reality. But things get dark and heavy and we play the blame game. We end up hurting others or ourselves even. We don't think before we act or we don't say before we do. This is the evolution of my madness. A cluster of...
