Why are you?

Batiste. French. Like a kiss.
Take the moment to spin off to a new galaxy, to feel at home. The power of your mind emanates like slivers of fiber floating listlessly. Or like hair, underwater. No one should fault you for gathering everything back, and spinning a new web. I can't believe they said what they say, but let's say that it's been said. Let's travel and be yellow.

And then there are some people who revel in themselves. She likes complimenting herself and excusing herself at the same time. She laps up compliments like a thirsty dog, yet excuses herself in doing so, for it is nothing at all.
Nothing wrong with that. It's confusing, and tiring at the same time. Did you know it takes a small foot to mirror that?

And then there is someone else. No one can stop you from being happy. Stop killing yourself over happiness that you feel is undeserved. It's like sugar. Don't eat too much. But you can't feel guilty with one spoon.

And then there is queen bee. Do you feel threatened? Is there really any need to feel that way? Do you miss the handheld console, being pushed into responsibility and finding that leadership fits with minor adjustments? You were thanked. Start a new book.