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- L. Adams
- Nov 9, 2019
- 2 min read
soft pink, layered orange, baby blues. with one streak of pale indigo. and many jet trails. and the golden sun sinking behind the silhouetted trees. reminded me of heaven. i hope, hope, there is something like sunsets in heaven. maybe a hologram? since the Bible says that Jesus is the light.
finally got home. in the morning, i was sick ISH and had a splitting headache. so i slept part of the way home while Mom drove. behold, i awoke and my headache was still in residence. and the pain pills cost thirteen dollars. i said to the clerk,”I won’t be taking these after all”
he said,”You aren’t taking these?”
i said,”no, i’m not taking these.”
entirely too redundant of a conversation. so i drove then for a bit, before i got a bad back ache and was forced out of the drivers seat to find relief. note-i still haven’t found relief. my mom is CONVINCED that a good soak in the tub will help. if you can read in between the lines, you already know that i am not convinced at all, but since i love her, i will do this thing.
i read a book about a girl with epilepsy. i admire her courage. Hope Is A Thing With Feathers by McCall Hoyle I believe. read it sometime if you get the chance. it is well worth it.
also, the winter edition of red bull came out. Plum Twist. it smells good, it sent my mom down a smell memory. but i am not so fond of the taste. it tastes like those smarty candy necklaces. i prefer my drinks to have one distinct flavor and please, not reminding me of something else. but i guess that it is Plum TWIST. so the twist part must be at fault.
when i grow up and am an old auntie, i will be that person in the family gatherings that always discourses about their phantom pains. only tonight, the pains are very real. i could complain all night. but i hope i will get to sleep tonight.
i don’t have a poem. i just have my life to share and my tea. you can even ask for a blanket and you MIGHT receive. i am a human and my book does not say ‘If you ask, you shall receive.’ no, it says ‘If you ask nicely and I like you and if I am in the right mood, you might receive.’
i enjoy feedback like every other person who keeps a blog does. and i wish you a wonderful Sabbath. be good, and live on the edge. contradictory much?
I suppose you know that "Hope Is the Thing With Feathers" is a poem by Emily Dickinson? If not, you should check it out😎
💖u go.
i want to meet you too!
& someday i would love to meet your head in person.
i like your head you small peach.