When my thoughts go dark, I look at the whimsy in flowers. 

When routine bores me, I go outside and walk barefoot in the grass. 

When my mind is caged, music sets it free.

When erotic thoughts consume me, I love myself. 

When I am sad, the sky paints colors that embrace me.

When I can’t shut out the world, I get lost in a book.

When I am lonely, I write and the words hold me.