TheBabayaga
Life is but a Dream within a dream
- Joined
- Nov 2, 2019
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I sit here with my thowuts, deep inhalation and let the oxygen travel to my mind,
the part that was resting, resting for far too long.
Only problem is my lungs at sem tim, they get a heavy dose of smoke, but what
can a man do, the nicotine is but required at such times.
An open window, it looks out into the world, ok part of the world then,
not quite all of it.
I see pigeon sh** where once there was none, and I wander why the lil
baistud does it there and not in next doors garden.
Another inhalation of more smoke and now I am relaxed, and the initial
discomfort my pupils felt upon that sight of pigeon sh** now doesn't seem
to mind any mowuh for my brain it signils.
It reminds me the rain will come and wash it all away...
the part that was resting, resting for far too long.
Only problem is my lungs at sem tim, they get a heavy dose of smoke, but what
can a man do, the nicotine is but required at such times.
An open window, it looks out into the world, ok part of the world then,
not quite all of it.
I see pigeon sh** where once there was none, and I wander why the lil
baistud does it there and not in next doors garden.
Another inhalation of more smoke and now I am relaxed, and the initial
discomfort my pupils felt upon that sight of pigeon sh** now doesn't seem
to mind any mowuh for my brain it signils.
It reminds me the rain will come and wash it all away...