Dear journal;

Today is Thursday.
Yesterday I was happy.

I am happy today, too.
Just not as much.

Today I want to be
Somewhere I would feel happy all the time.

Like in the Forests.
It is impossible to feel anything but wonder
At the beauty.

Or the desert, where
If you don’t wear shoes, the bottom
Of your feet will get burned and tickled.

Tomorrow is Friday.
I will try to be happier tomorrow.

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