writing
The magic elixir, so colourful and fine. Just a little taste, it appears to be wine. How i love this elixir, "It just has to fix her" The elixir is working so well. wow, that's a lame poem...haha
flannel. what is flannel? last time I checked it was a type of fabric, but today it's the fabric that you hold over our bodies as we hide from the real world. Kiss me?
haha, patience. who has patience thses days? Before it used to be about how fast a line was moving or how slow this old lady in front of me is walking. But now? People get mad because the internet isn't working fast enough or their class isn't passing by fast enough. Patience is a gift, but I think we ignore it a lot.
Today I went for a hike. I grabbed my pouch and a bottle of water. The weather was delightful, an occasional breeze and the sun was partly covered by the clouds for the most part.
There she sat, a baby in her arms and the stroller parked beside her. The baby giggled as she placed her own flesh and blood into that seat and pushed her down the long, winding road home.
Today I picked up the phone. My mom had told me to call her. I put it on speaker to make it easier for me. "Calling, Mother Julie" it said as it dialed the numbers. I smiled. Technology these days.