Really Saeng-Fah, are we going to have another day  of  chiding your self for things you don’t need to chide yourself for

Or hating yourself for small supposed mistakes when upon later reflection were fine

Where does this tension holed up in the side of your skull escape to when you smoke that zoot or **** that man, dance all night , hold yourself close

Roll into the avenues of peaches and crème my dear girl they are yours for the taking
They are yours for the making
They are yours

             hallucinating is all we are doing .

We can not stop wrongs
The game plan too strong
Follow the half baked road to redemption, nestle in amongst the feelings of unsureness

Whistle the tune of freedom

Live well
Today –

Breathe , cinnamon chai tea steam smoke as first break fast
The day has barely begun, the growing stronger sunlight shines through window pane , hitting shutters of light brown wood,  the ****** of a wind chime plays her notes here and there  , whilst the sounds of the human created habitat plays on. The sigh of a bus coming to a stop, the crunch of a streetcar on tracks