That election craze rolling over soon.
Sleep, however interrupted.
Being able to breathe, at least some moments.
Bows, arrows, sticks, more sticks.
Reminders that light whole the soul up.
Responsibilities, for they remind me to cling to present reality.
All the open Asian restaurants around me. Wuw you guys.
My kids. We should get a more spirit chat up going.
Dear Death, you didn't think you can stop me from talking to my own, did you?