Ashes in the rain
Bleeding the inked stories told
And seeping away
I do well! Now any fool knows I’m TRYING to be thankful…. I oscillate though convinced on one hand how I can and count the ways yet as I say oscillate here again. Heheheh. I can’t even see so use my phone as reading glasses to catch just a chance more. I’m a week or two from my glasses. I can taste my dreams yet not quite hold them long. I can taste! ;).
I bought a silly e-cig. I’ve a cartridge and it charged. I wonder where I’m at oscillating here. I’m a long spell from the last hope to quit /alter. I don’t see myself in my dream smoking.
I see in this dream joy such is a smile mine is from seeing another content. Lately I have some charm :). I find even in setback the way to simply be and such is still happy. I suppose I’m unhappy if the choice is gone. I even enjoyed time it seemed when it was hopeless at the moment – it just bothers me Only two ways to invest beliving in air or hope – the moments are gifts free as the bird but birds congregate to songs sung. It is harder to believe alone or many soft things luxury that really aren’t they’re life itself…
Do I want cheesecake? Yes, please.