I didn’t hear the dryer stop running, though I knew when it did, such a simple constant that I only register it in the background of my mind, and… I think sometimes my life is like that dryer in the background, I feel it moving, all around me, sometimes past me; But I just let …
I got a headache because I think too much, and my braids too tight, Sometimes I think I worry about not worrying too much – Stress about whether I’m stressed out or nah. My mind moves so much its muscles are a little sore.
I wanted to write so I tried to but all that happened was I sat there, thinking about why I was taking so long to do nothing.
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity
BUZZWEED QUIZZES
Art Studio Dumfriesshire
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