Joy

The room was dark, it wanted to be dark. The intention of the room was else but it filled a purpose so much brighter than it's shapes.
No attention did the color get, for it was the lovely and yet. I inhale has much of the feeling i like from here. It would refuse to think badly of me.
Stubburn like so, but it didn't help much at all. I am grateful you exist even if as simple as pointing at my lack of twist.