Tuesday, June 27, 2017

No where to run now, not alone, just hide-and-seek justice

I don't really mind being alone

Or do I?

When I'm alone, I want someone

When I'm with someone, I  want alone

It's a form of communication with the self.

They must have opened a window on the far side of the building today.

I felt a light breeze. 

Last night I dreamed that I was running low on oil for my home furnace.

Fortunately summer just started.

I can coast on what I have.

It's time to move on with my life.

I wish someone would shut the door.

It's getting cold in here.



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