The beauty today still mazes in the form of a memory, hope, and the allowance for it to be. Her name is Amelia. She’s creative, lit, responsively remote (like the least of all the women allowed in the innate of my life). The envy wielding is alive and well. I find it interesting because I don’t really have much, and I suppose in their minds they don’t either. My life is pretty much my clients and family. Not really mine, bu the one I was born with. The choices I’ve chosen refuses to give me other than that. I did get my workout done, and the idea of that along with getting correspondences done is it, for now

“Vultures” by John Mayer


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