Sulphur and Iron

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Sometimes in our despair we forget that happiness is only a small, pink, adorable bubble away. Now I just need Helium to bring me a cupcake. WHERE'S MY CUPCAKE!!!

Lost at Sea

And we pass like two lost ships in the night  

No navigation to guide us,

blindly adrift in complete darkness 

Each hoping we choose our course wisely

Each hoping the stars will guide us to harbor

as soon as the cloud cover disintegrates

The only sound; dark as oil tide rhythmically lapping against the hull

And the stark sea splitting with each movement forward

To never know where shore is

Nor the sharp rocks that mean our demise

To never know where the sparkling blue of home waters lie
leaves one bereft

Each captain praying to their respective gods

That a trusting crew has not been led to a cold and listless grave,

never to be found

Deck hand's names carved into the limestone on the shores of a foreign land

The stuff of legends

What now?

Dexter; a Tree