dawn

You think it is this great thing, this oyster to be indulged..

But… But.,

I don’t want to say anything else…

(say something you’re not supposed to say…)

I need to die.

I read stories about a lady with cancer,in California.

And there’s this program called MAID.

Medical .

Assistance .

In.

Death.

I get so jealous..

Sigh ….

Alright . I said the thing I’m not supposed to say..

I said it.

Now I’m choosing to keep going.

Choose to glance at the door and keep moving..

That’s it .

That’s it and that’s all.

Flavors of pain.

Colors of love.

Deep breaths 🫁

(I’m glad it helps you)

Yes..the only reason…