3:56 AM

Daily 5/2/2025

2:46 AM early Friday morning.

I'm looking at this picture of you sleeping eyes are touring.

I don't know why I keep having to fight back tears.

What's that burning in my chest? No heart attacks too young in years.

Something about you sleeping there is making my heart flutter.

Wish I could wake you up so we could go through all the cupboards.

Find the perfect partners for our tastebuds combined.

Entertaining Jack Sativa so we will sit outside.

I would tell you about how the tarot reader said I got it out the mud.

About the cashier at the dispensary saying my lipstick looked like "unicorn blood".

About how all these people I encounter are mentally challenged.

How I know that P Diddy is Balance.

About how I think my name maybe Suge Night.

I know they stole from me but I don't want to fight.

I have lost many years to inserted confusion.

I'm almost grateful it was all an illusion.

I know they wish I would step out with grace & allow some imposter to take my place.

My life will be of my own choosing.

I'm not going anywhere so their efforts are losing.

Not going along with the plan or the plot.

Not getting tricked out of my spot.

Don't worry I promise I won't start weeping.

I know you probably wish I would have left you in the picture sleeping?

3:56 am and I am through.

Just spent the last hour and ten minutes with you.