Going ons.

4th of July. Such patriotism.

The fireworks were like bombs. It was as if it was World War 2 again. I was just waiting for the sirens to go off.

Now?
Yes, now is fine.
Contentment, maybe? If that's the word.

I'm just so excited about days to come that I almost don't know how to currently live in the present.

Yet....what will this do?

What.....will.....I do?

Days.

Yes, you are correct love.

I'm not ok.

Where you have came up with this conclustion, I have no idea, but you have hit the exact spot.

Why? Why this?

These faces laugh as they are free to another world.

Mine smiles eneough to live. My hearts my heart. What's in my mind stays in my mind.

I'm afraid of acumulation. After a while there becomes spill and stains. Then when the papers can be copied the printer runs out of ink and has no idea how to replace it. The process I'm still working at looseing just comming back up again. Helping me loose the little I do have left.

My ownership? Nothing.