A left-sided point of view…
Will red ever be too red if everything else is red?
Better. Soon.
…
My love, my life.
The sky, she hurls thunderbolts at me this afternoon.
I found myself in one of those meetings, 30 minutes that overran to 2.5 hours.
This is a story of what it’s like. A day in the life of.
And I accept it
I usually don’t do coffee, especially at home. It’s an addiction I needed to kick, recovering from the days of 15 shots a day, a train…
I never wanted a day job, not to mention within the central business district.
Nothing enchants me as much as a sleeping cat, a certain salient effect of content.
And counting
The difference a dash makes
Two words that are so emotionally loaded .
A mountain of memories.
I’m glad I got pushed to the deep end and allowed to let myself figure it all out — without the drugs.
The one where sleep took over
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