One. Stream of Consciousness.

One. Stream of Consciousness.

Electric Blanket, dona heavy, Traffic passing, sleepy street.

Slightly bloated, shoulder hurting.

Winter. Night. Cold.

Work in Morning.

Shallow breathing. Asthma sucks.

World still turning.

Life on pause.

Train, echoing throughout.

Brisk air?

What dreams shall come tonight.

Remember.

Spray Melatonin.

Beside cluttered.

Nightly chaos.

Try to be tidy.

I am happy.

Also sad.

Always in back of head-

Missing  my parents. RIP.

Shit this got sad.

Cotton Candy-

Melts in the mouth.

Carnnie games-

What a rip.

Feel like reading-

To which I will do.

Thankful. Night-

Is the moon bright?

 

 

 

Wheezing Rambles…..

Wheezing Rambles…..

The sun was shining through late evening clouds-

My little dog named Misty was strutting along-

Ever-so gleeful-

Mud dappled her paws.

People were staring-

Insecure I felt-

All were judging me.

Their stares projecting-

Silent words of judgement-

Reciting-

This young lass with her dog in hand-

A rebel she be-

For no mask be upon her face.

My stomach twisting-

Palms are sweating-

If only they knew-

I have Asthma-

A consistent struggle to breath.

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