sincerity spewing from the windows

my dear friend, Katrina

and i waded in a sunflower field hip-high.

she has a beautiful brain and a musical laugh.

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here i sit.

in a rolling chair that spins like the earth

watching my fingers dance across the keys.

a garden gnome is drawn on my left hand.

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come, enter into the universe that resides inside my head.

let's be wonderfully vulnerable.

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this morning i lay in my sheets sketching the view outside my window.

i decided to sketch the view from all the windows in the house.

sometimes i pretend like my bed is my spaceship

at night i am restless.

been having difficulties sleeping.

i lay there kindly asking my mind to slow down.

until i abandon the attempt and begin to paint.

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my bedroom is a different planet.

more and more each day

as i paint peculiar ideas largely on my walls.

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sometimes i find myself with strength

that i know does not belong to me

He provides.

perfectly mysterious.

trouble and relief.

^these were taken last summer, found.
i am home bound for a week.

foolish decisions.

i am relieved.

free

from telling lies.

this week i am going to attempt to become organized.

thankyou God, for adderall. . .

cheerful bit

nothing to say.
my fluffy sidekick has chewed 3 of my boots.
ugh.
besides that i am content.
ha.