As I wander aimlessly. Volunteering myself to the streets of Virginia. Along with Bethany, Jeremy and other misguided conformed young adults. I look down at myself, I look in the windows of the shops I walk by, I glance at the figure in the eyes of the down trodden I have sworn to make Easter Baskets for and plant seeds for in their impoverished gardens. I look at my image to see what has changed. Now that I have been given a new set of directions.
The psyche has not changed. The soul that is lacking volume is still an over the top septic tank waiting to be emptied.
I creep people. And, I creep them out. I absorb their energy as though it were handed to me along with my diploma from UNH. The diploma is not recyclable and the shell of my existence cannot be found with in the streets of my barren soul.
Earth day is everyday. Ambien Grace day is everyday. The two are polar opposites and the road in between is over grown with weeds.
Happy Monday to my followers-
Ambien, the Annie C., Grace and her somewhere else dog, Beckett Couvillion the third.