WHAT I DO TO MYSELF

I just finished reading a Hatful of Seuss because it was all I could come up with doing (plus, the book is yellow & lately I'm processing things instinctively by colors) while having a major flip out, which isn't something I should talk about here. But I gotta say I fucking hate Dr.Seuss and by being so -no word available- today, I read it and actually liked it. Specially the first story; Bartholomew & The Oobleck.

"Maybe there was something magic in those simple words, "I'm sorry."
Maybe there was something magic in those simple words, "It's all my fault."
Maybe there was, and maybe there wasn't. But they say that as soon as the old King spoke them, the sun began to shine and fight its way through the storm. They say that the falling oobleck blobs grew smaller and smaller and smaller.
They say that all the oobleck that was stuck on all the people and on all the animals of the Kingdom of Didd just simply, quietly melted away."