Twisted scream, broken thought late rising it seems… i must have wet the bed, Oops did i say that? Getting up but one moment before the parking lot began to fill up… Now is not like me! i’m usually awake way before anybody comes into work..
Nonetheless, i’m somewhat stuck for words this morning, yet eager to my life moving..
An in quoting David Bowie, “i did it my way!”
As in a glimpse of the future those have foreseen.. A life i truly miss, a strong desire to go home…
Image created by;
an tested, changing
Now let tell a story, where as the ending i found myself, once again strapped to a bed in the hospital!
Simple life, torn
from a childhood