Eyes Like Gold

 May these brown eyes melt in sun
Melt down to pools of gold
The treasure they seek
Hidden in this vessel’s hold.
 And may they in oceans sink
Like shipwrecks close to shore
Always to be seen
And soon to become lore.
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Half-Baked Innocence

Today I smiled at the thought of deserts consuming entire cities.

It’s not up to you to fix what you did not break. It’s not up to you to chase what does not want to be followed nor to lose your peace for those with no peace in their hearts.

What you’re meant to do is to live well and freely without shackles imposed on you by others. You are meant to cut the threads connecting their words to your head so that you may think truly without their hidden agendas influencing your actions.

You don’t deserve a half-baked innocence.