I wonder and sometimes worry. Herein lie those ponderings with perhaps some editing but still in their truer forms. Whisper as well, though in truth, whispers are just that, rustlings in the wind and nothing more. It is kind to not be alone with one's own whispers.
Thursday, June 8, 2017
Message, messenger, or daydream?
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This is that. I put out what I got. Through a migraine. I'll take a fistfull of painkillers and see if sleep will accept me. You, some of you, may receive a message as well. Or... it's just a weird... thing... in my mind? It hurts.
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