The humidity causes me to gasp for air today. The wind blows hot like a forest fire, making breathing even harder. Old Dumbo sits on my chest as well. A vice-like pain encircles my head just above my eyes. Ah Spring.
My patience runs thin with people who whine and gripe all the time. I catch myself doing the same. I need to reform myself.
Someone told me today I control my thoughts. So why do I hate myself so much?
I noticed "someone" was missing on Facebook again. Just want you to know I will be thinking of you. Hope Dumbo goes for a nice long walk and the cloud lifts off your soul soon.
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