Butterfly Peas and Black Seasme

Its really random....about various things...

My friend

Take time off the clock

Stop the vicious cycle of 12 to 12

Forget today, tomorrow, yesterday.

Smell my hair

Butterfly peas and and black seasme

 

Tell that loud arty type to chuck his red belt ad pretentious insights,

and breathe

Hear the landmines take another living

Bush fires are spreading...

In.Out.In.Out.

Why breathe?

When it only sets temperatures rising

 

After a while,

the writer realizes no sense is made.

Life will go on without her musings

 

But will you stop to smell my hair?

Butterfly and black seasme.

Sit and watch the apocalypse unfold,

 with me