A creamscicle sky with spray paint. Trails of a rocket-Stripes and grids. Scan. Refocus. Loud talkers. Moaners. Commonality of lack of time. Identifiably so-turn it down.
Charlie Brown's teacher. This time is for peace. Soak in that star that was clouded yesterday. It has something to tell us..
And I think...my life is like this blue thread.. lost and found.. weaving, tangled.. free.
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