It gets messy. (P.S The little red house has nothing to do with this post.)

I fell asleep again on my glasses..so it’s broken and resting lopsided on my face.

In the dancing beautiful nightmare that is my mind I accept that maybe today may be unknown and it is okay to fuck up.

I am where I'm supposed to be.......... (keep repeating this and it will eventually one day please God and all that exists in creation work!) Warts and all post breast cancer and this…… this……. thing which breaks the mold is meant to propel you(me) and only you(me) to follow that calling to the center of a true universe.

This is not for critique but gentle revision.

The romance of life when you feel like dreaming has let you down.

Is to quietly revel in foolish musings.

Peshawar to a remote viewing’

Yet silently seething when praise is showered upon others.

What/?

Life should be good. My little red light house.

Fingers crossed. xxxxxxxx

........................Crazy Daizy.