I believe I have it rough, maybe. Am STILL having trouble at home… and we all know the biggest change I need is getting out of my head. I can’t seem to keep costs down to a minimum, and although I sometimes kind of reach out distantly to family, although I miss them, it’s a little hard to keep up with the stories and of course my nieces are the centres of attention. You should meet my sister sometime. She’s awesome.
Not sure if you’re a friend. I know you’re dating other guys, and I know we both want out of this old barracks. The caveat is that I usually need help. I get overwhelmed with changes, not to complain. Just overwhelmed and yet excited – maybe. Angels can be sometimes ruthless; thank Goodness for the Inspiring voices I hear once in a while. Getting to work is great. It would be nice to spare ourselves drama sometimes. I usually text in the early morning, and you leave me confusing voicemails. The entrance and pathways are a battlefield.

State of the situation… copycat overwhelming.

There’s a certain kind of Thanksgiving in the evenings where peace is found indoors from extremely cold temperatures outside. I find the silence rewarding, despite the odd interruption.

Why do you find challenge in hope, finding salvation in lies? They look for hope in others, and the path is just Clear for the blind fish that swim amongst us. Reading challenge brings words to light, it is based on the threat we face in change, a double set of walls that leaves 11e behind. Or is it lle. Lies and white lies make it hard to see truth. Find the dissipation in solid gold, a malleable metal for changing hearts.

Calming rides from a strange delivered package has bounce and time within. Can it? Should it not.
A kite flies with lateral direction. Schema and persona lie within. Temporal faster live. Livid. Civil. Limbic. Train?
Tongues. Deceit of heart not withstanding. Fast of mustang, Hope of helper

Hope to hope, whim to whim, a fish can sing yet also swim.

We were waiting for the bus

And across the other side

A bus was passing by

And we were inside

Today it happened too

The day I figured out

The bus takes me there

But also home to you

Waves, games and internet

Waves games and internet

Waves, games, and autocorrect.

Christmas comes but once a year, even if you wait it, it becomes a blessing each day on, no matter if you fake it. There’s instances of miracle, grace and love and fear, but when the summer comes, and we get through the heat, we know that it is near!

He’s a little broken, not undone

A little lonely, not been won,

A better person, with lots to learn,

A soulful Christian, with a lot to learn

Ask him twice, he gives advice,

Ask him for space, he rolls the dice,

With a five or ten, fifteen or twenty,

There’s a love inside, with ever plenty,

And through a storm, he finds the calm,

Knowing that, in the end, it is a psalm.

The only time I feel well

Is when I’m on my way to hell

And then I fight my way back to heaven.

Apologize

Or cause regret

I didn’t leave on the sign

I didn’t post the bind

I tried for perfect

And overshot

I have my b1

And the end is written in the little page.

The one behind me is your cross.

The one on top is the signaled rhyme.

I can get it

Next time

To write a spell

To send her back to hell

Do you the reader,

Know what I think

How many times I blink

Is that your new game

Are we the very same?

Are we able to end

The little blind whispers

Of a tainted rock

Or wandering mind

Trying to work

Instead of talk