propped up with those softer silent pillows, birds still singing.
in the trees outside. listen.
they say it can kill.
things seems worse
than next morning.
sometimes i think that after all these years of being self. enclosed.
i may be so.
yet something drives it on, something keeps it chugging
nicely. i don’t like some words; this one.
yards and furlongs sprang to mind while driving back.
from the dentist who tapped the teeth, each one a different
note. favourite was upper left facing out next to the front
two, which cross.
a dainty tone. long drive to aber, as nowhere here will have me.
they are all full or requiring denplan, so i goes private can you
come a long way since those years.
daily prompt. dislike the word.