Neon ribbons through the darkened clouds
Staring through eyelid slits, ignoring the objects that are closer than they appear
Taking advantage of the loving support that provides, cleans and walks the dog so I can pursue my whims
I want a ukulele for our wedding anniversary. I want one for each of us.
I don’t know how to play
The tones please me, so I justify that if I don’t have a ukulele I will never have the chance.
I allow John to indulge me.
I allow others to see strengths that are illusions and I deem are realities.
Forgive me my selfishness.
I do not know how to be other.