I had a very strange dream last night
The Pope died in my arms
It hurt so bad I woke up
My grandmother said this is a meaningful dream and that I just ended something not right in my life.
I belive her… It felt so realistic and dogmatic, I couldn’t ever disagree!
Today I wrote a poem
I feel so free.. like I got it all out of my system!
I got something god out of something bad after all
I won’t post it…
It’s a special poem
Just one person in the world can ever read it,
and one person in the world can never read it!
Soon… MissB will be back
For now… we’ll just concentrate on
how to smile
how to wake up
how to eat
how to belive
how to have faith
how to be happy
And while we concentrate on all that
I find a lot of love, joy and honesty around me
And I like to give a special “Thank You!” for that to some people:
The Blue Heart,
and a very very very very special “Thank You” for