You

Have no idea what face everyday. my mind races a thousand possibilities pass through my consciousness a minute. I try, I really do, i try to be like you and enjoy simple things in life. I want to be normal but every time I see a color or shape i think of the thousands of possibilities that it could take. When at work i have to shut this off and do my job.


but


think about it,

this and that mixed with those things and something unusual could create something delicious.



you will never know till you try

solitare

So here I am
I have tried 4 separate medications for sleep
something that has alluded me since I can remember
and I keep on trying till I find the magic match

What happened?

I used to know so many people who were artists and poets. Over the last few years it seems like (in addition to mine) their spirits have been crushed.



We used to talk of poetry and paintings, of ideas and such. Lately it seems all we do is live for work.