somedays are just a waste of emotion.a wate of time.
a waste of tears.
i look out side and see cat in the greenhouse. she will die too.
i think of jasmin. how will she cope.
at the moment i want to be a writer.
i want to spend my time writing from the heart as i do for you here.
can i do that for a living?
i dont know.
the mist that clouds my future will someday lift.
and it will be clear.
i like grass. the plant. or weed. what ever it is.
i like it.
its fresh and clear. especially when it rains.
i like standing in the rain with my face to the heavens and smile.
its a good way to waste such time.
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