You smell like my neighbourhood.
But you don’t feel like home.
You’ve got the form
But the details are all wrong
You are a solid foundation
But you are sand not rock
You can get me through the door
But I can leave just as easily
You need to work on quality
Your story is full of holes
And not like windows to the wondrous outdoors
It’s a leaking roof, the ceiling is caving in.
When one sense inhales and all the others exhale.
You feel something wonderful and your eyes do blind, your ears get hot, your tongues reminding chocolate,and everything smells like lavender
I’ve been thinking to myself how I’m all talk and no action. That’s been the mantra I’ve been beating up myself with. Wondering if my nomadic nature is really just self destructive. Continue reading
Not a sad story. Being Easter and having just watched Collateral Beauty… and having my age old experience. I needed to refine my perspective. From Death is sad to death is rad🤘 Continue reading
I dont want to call what I have envy. Its more like the ability to appreciate things I don’t have because, let’s face it, we you are starting out in taking charge of your life as I am, a bird in hand seems a little less worth the two in the bush. Continue reading