the beautiful life

I have been struggling with what I want to turn these blogs into.  

More truthfully, I am experiencing writer's block. No witty poetry has been doubtlessly flowing from my fingertips into the harsh realities of pixels. Not even a wondering concept to deliberate.  

All the pivotal secular interests of high society have worn me down. Instead, I will nourish your soul with the following piece of work.  

This poem was composed through a survey containing 50 mundane questions. The goal was to note the first thing that came to mind. Then, lace your answers together. 
If you would like to do this on your own, I will list the questions below. 

Please enjoy. 

Vita La Bella 

Tulsa, Oklahoma is the place that made her smart, strong, and sweet. How messed up the world is, just a wooden box painted as the fool. 
I do not think I have any wind that moves buildings. The day I was born, people I love were hurt. 
Like a movie and I am the main character, at a cafe in Italy. Leave it only to my family because I trust them the most. 
No regrets except snitching on my little brother in the second grade. All the things we have overcome, how wonderfully we live now. 
Belly-laughing at lunch with my best-friend and coming home to my happy dog. 
My mom showered me with lavender, turned on my fishy lamp, and tucked me in. Now I shower with lavender, turn on my mood lighting, and get cozy. 
Where you can air your business and it is cozy, lived-in, loved. I taste nicotine artificial flavoring, sounds, and shapes. 
Once my brother and I played and sang music for hours. Once I lost a good friend. I would be lying if I said I did not want to be a fairy in the woods. Oops I did it again. Love is loyalty, anger is unnecessary, vita la bella. 
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