God(s) bless you
I'll say it to you
before you sneeze
I've been missing my old life for two and a half years
My new life - I haven't been missing for two and a half years
God(s) bless you, darling
I'll say it to you
two and a half years later
Please, somebody bless this mess
two
and a half years
too late(r)
I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas. My fingers are Santa's little helpers. My hope is a sporadic rainfall - yet a torrential downpour in all creative environments. I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn. Sisyphus, sweating uphill. Bukowski, scribbling away in rooming houses. A river always flowing. I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.