I’ve reached the end of my rope — it’s Saturday. God won’t show that kind of mercy, we’ve got to do it all ourselves these days. It’s 3:31 and easier said than done. Lucy’s have gone up a dime which is outrageous yet we all pay it.


the thought would be  The uniqueness of you  Not the nearness  Because that’s the evolutionary  Plot twist  The expanse  Divides   trust issues  Refined  So what would result  They would find  Beautiful  And joy would  At last be found  —-rewound