Supine. I listen to the madness within the streets below. The Universe is mad.
I plan my intention upon our next meeting. I will not notice. I will ignore her subtle narcissism. Her intention for all the ‘just in cases’ to suddenly appear in my peripheral.
The road has been rough. Rock slides consistent.
And Again, I plan my intention upon our next meeting. I will not notice. I will ignore her subtle narcissism. Her intention for all the ‘just in cases’ to suddenly appear in my peripheral.
I think I can this year.
Her mourning coffee 