Who opens and closes their own curtain of life with absolute peace of mind?

My curtains may be closed for a few days, As I write a sad sonnet. One that tells of a bird with a spatula for a left wing. Next week my curtain may be open at dawn. Whipping out my spatula to make French crepes. To welcome the police that I am about to call.

My pills ran out.

It s my sonnet. It s my spatula. You don t see me burning down your curtains because I can t deal with your mood.

Create your own peace

sew your own curtain of style, and take your own pill.

Ahh, Jessica, you twitchy rascal. It has been a pleasure. CHAU!