maelynslavik

In the fields, there are dustings of flowers like confetti left over from a party, sprinkled over the land so randomly, yet beautiful in their chaos. 

We're all actors

Every one of us

pretending, acting, faking

we've all done it

Fake smile,

Fake laugh,

Fake happy,

Fake sad.

I've bottled it all up, I can barely feel real.

What's real?

I’ve never liked the seaside

fearing the riptide

that takes me away

I’ve never liked the high dive

jumping

up

up

up

then down into the deep

nothing

Yet here I decide

Sometimes

I look at the stars

And hope

That somewhere

In another universe

We all got our happy endings.