Observation of the day:

Woman in the mall with a disability shrieking,” I want that! I want that! I want everything! “
her caregiver threw her hands in the air and shushed her.

She wore a red Mumu, hunched over, she was stout like mrs. Pot. This woman’s caretaker/whatever - a skin n’ boned, scraggly, blonde woman with blue disco make up, with a voice that resounded with aggravation.

Peculiar how this seldom observation spiked intrigue. Instantly I felt as tho her irate reaction to these window displays were imposed by a misconception; as if she needed to possess everything. Almost desperation in her voice, it nearly horrified me due to my absentminded ness.

I watched them walk away, down the steps.

I’ve realized in the seldom meditation of sobriety, vice invites the giant sloth that hinders the better half of me to desire more than contentment.
Complacency is the enemy but the victim will never check himself into rehab.
With every kind numbing second I become comfortable with my disadvantages but there should be a healthy line that borders acceptance and denial, right?

Breaking free
is as easy as
1…2…3…
I wish I was high as fuck.
4/20

Winter swept away remnants of seasonal loss; Spring douses the spiteful flame with a new hope.
Impetus seeds fall from the tree that root along the coast & nourishes all the hearts that invest the most in love.