Positiva

I am positive about life…

I just sometimes feel someone has stolen the present out of the wrapping paper.

That in the end all the well meaning advice can lead you off a nebulaic cliff edge (moral – don’t listen to other people).

My best friend left me in the dust at my lowest point?

Could I write a poem like Allen Ginsberg. Would anyone care?

Cherry cola is rotting my teeth.

The bonsais of the mind contain the tigers of the soul-image.

It’s 5:53

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