a pregnant pause
Be still and know that I am God. I need to refer back to my roots more often than I usually do and sit on my porch and listen to the sounds of Woodlawn Drive because my life is full of chatter and rushing and stuffs. If I smoked cigarettes I’d look much cooler sitting on my front porch rather than beside a drying foam pad that usually fits on my bed until Vito had a tinkle incident a week ago and I haven’t replaced it yet. Grr.
