Indigo’s eyes, they shine, but earlier, I was told that mine were dark — asked, even, did you sleep well last night darlin?
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A Bumbling Fool and a Man with a Wife
Sitting alone in this brown wooden chair with the beige upholstery, the one that connie purchased for me.
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so far from enlightenment, so close to bliss
Feeling frustrated, over stimulated, like too many thoughts and obsessions and fantasies and perceptions of myself and what I want to be and what people think of me […]
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when I was writing in a cafe in Prague
Is it possible, to be all that I wish to be,
to live out the stories I tell in mind