Plasmolysis

Problems have teeth

And everyone has problems

Environment is evil

Joy lives inside you and you must fight to keep it there

Problems puncture the skin,

and my happiness leaks out

Hypotonic

In rushes a torrent of hopelessness,

Crystal clear,

and undisturbed like a glass lake

I reach out,

Can anyone photosynthesize some joviality?

Can you help me channel my angst?

Can we absorb some light by osmosis?

No.

Not today…

Plasmolysis

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