Life has been a bit unsteady and I have no center gravity to pull me in. One wrong move and I’ll whisk away.

I’d like to get lost in the fantasy of your written words.

Close your eyes and count your sheep.

I get so caught up in the motions but it’s still hard to let go.

“Our brains are our command centers.
Every thought and belief pattern
we hold to be true within our core
is accepted and implemented by our bodies.”

We walk each day in dying bodies, our Cells, constantly, BTY, lip Cells die, and are replaced quickly, so we can kiss, eat, and BS!

“I’m dope
But on the humble, I’m a good dude
Don’t short change me.”
-Method Man

It was for you.

When we are home.
They are at the frontline fighting for relief.
We all have belief in them,
As they are the selfless warriors
They are the gracious Doctors.

Ink is my testimony; I pour it out and watch it bubble then boil until it burns my fingertips.