I’ve been late… and I’ve been early…..
I’ve had my head chewed off from other peoples’ fears and I’ve been patted on the back from unknown sources.
The dream world sends me pictures of joyful funerals and stadium conversations where I’m sharing my views with thousands as easily as I would share a joke over a kebab.
I think I have so much change in my purse and I can purchase such and such a thing yet when I go to buy I suddenly put aside an item and realize that I have exactly that amount in hand- no more no less.
Everyone speaks about time… there seems to be more space between it.
I feel high… without the smell. ….. I’ve gained a ton of weight.. (over night no doubt)
The novel is still writing itself…the computer isn’t acting like a two year old….and Declan the cat has become most lovable.
How can it get any better than this …?!
Can’t wait for 11:11:11
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always ,
eileen