I ate soup

Washed two Advil down this morning with coffee, I am a little hungover. I drank three or seven beers last night, early this morning, after work and smoked weed at 05:30. More I am so mad that I didn't confront my situation head on last night. I dropped. If there would have been a sound it would have been that of a ballon, a red ballon in the sun.

That is a sound. In my world, visual pictures can do that. My brain works. I am lucky to be able to feel pictures in my blood.

On my mind so much: we don't think in sentences; we think pictures which are then translated to words when we speak. Language, by definition, is a construct of acceptable inaccuracies.

The tenacity to be bold is born from bravery. This is the marrow within the bone.

Light casts shadows,

CSL <3ingly

There are no words for what I know       CSL <3ingly