Sometimes it just
takes a little
time
those moments
Y'know, where could
it be...
the bracelet my
mom made me,
outta sweet grass
with that pretty
shell
and the brush to
clean those boots
I use
It shouldn't matter
but I'd still care...
My first job was at a restaurant. I was a busser and going to work with a pair of freshly washed pants, shirt, and apron was a trip. If they happened to be ironed my head was in the clouds. Those were the days when I walked to work and I loved it. When I could walk and not be reminded of the stank I was headed towards, my minded wandered freely and my steps carried my stress away. That is what this blog is for.
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