Walking through a fog,
tears blurring EVERYTHING,
every so often I find a daisy,
lit by the sun I'd forgotten was shining.
It ends up coming out a little more focused on the dark stuff, but I think with all the pain of saying goodbye to all of this, I haven't been living in the present much. I've been living in next week. So a reminder of how great it is here hurts, but it's a daisy.