Between the blank pages of my journal my pen and sticky notes, half the day passes especially on a holiday<\/p>\n
Rising early from a deep slumber filled with my sweet dreams of honeycombs and candies<\/p>\n
Penning down my thoughts and words to inspire me to a beautiful smile from the face of the radiant sun<\/p>\n
Shining through my window leaving traces on my honey skin caressing my face softly<\/p>\n
An hour in the bathroom doing my business thinking on what to wear and how to hear it<\/p>\n
Wondering how the weather be, will it be raining or sunny? will it be windy or calming?<\/p>\n
And off I went skipping breakfast grabbing a cucumber taking the long bus dropping at a terminal strolling all the way<\/p>\n
For the little breeze that blows onto my face what a calming effect it is and slowly thinking on thoughts and building plans and making stories<\/p>\n
And listening to the soft song from the Frank Sinatra playlist nodding my head swinging,sliding, gliding my hands conductively<\/p>\n
Now it’s time to work focus I tell myself to focus and slowly undoubtedly ready to face today’s business<\/p>\n
Before the sun starts to go down I work slowly checking the time trying to avoid the traffic skipping the long bus taking the fast bike to home<\/p>\n
Where my heart is and I’ve always have been a place of solitary confinement and mindful experience<\/p>\n
A quick lunch of my native swallow rich in carbohydrates and protein to prepare me for the evening before the sun goes down completely<\/p>\n
A friend calls another visit and we spoke into the night and drank slowly as we fed each other gists<\/p>\n
Bye she says to mark the end to the day unto my bed I crawled to get ready for the next day<\/p>\n
Another day to write to oblivion and to face the days and my other business.<\/p>\n
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