Violet bent backwards over the grass Yestolana

I went to a party
I came in hot
Made decisions beforehand
My mind made up
Things that would make me happy
To do them or not
Each option weighed quietly
A plan for each thought

But then i walked through the door
Past the open concept

And saw Violet
Bent backwards over the grass
7 years old with dandelions grasped
Tightly in her hands
Arched like a bridge in a fallen handstand
Grinning wildly like a madman
With the exuberance that only doing nothing can bring
Waiting for the fireworks to begin

A in that moment
I decided to do nothing about everything
Forever