I don’t do enough, right? There’s stuff to be done, and here I go again, not doing. Guilt ridden in a world for me to maybe be a beam of better instead of all this not that I am.
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Sunday Morning Thoughts: 9.29.19
It was intentional. The gap, I mean. All that space and time between the last time I had done this up until the now which finds me here again. Seems like an eon. Seems like a minute.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 4.28.19
The gentleman that sold me my bedtime six pack remembered me. After years. And after without a thought between the either of us regarding the other. It’s been a while, he said. You moved? I told him I did. Funny thing, the timing of questions.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 4.21.19
The thought of there being nothing left for the day occured. Awful thing. I have since ignored it. At least for a little while longer. It is down to ragged scraps over here. Maybe always was. The radio rattles on in the other room. I didn’t turn it off. Just turned it down. It’s an…
The Veracious Facade 