Days in the sun

     For once this year, dread hasn't filled my body. I wouldn't say I'm happy, I'm just fine with existing. I'm fine with being alive, being on earth isn't as tiring. Summer is easier to handle. I feel free.

                    I'm an alien learning to live in a human world. It's getting easier.

 

                                                                    I hope things get better!

 

Sonnet 42

That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly,
That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye,
Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her,
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suff'ring my friend for my sake to approve her.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss,
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross,
But here's the joy, my friend and I are one,
Sweet flattery, then she loves but me alone.