I make my feelings known in this way:

-essie our.

I need to go paint.

How much of mirror me do i want?

God reveals things that make me go wide-eyed in appreciation. 

How 'bout much of: not like me.

Sir, not at all like me. That's what i need.

And what i want? And what i want.

-essie our

This one thing eludes me. 

I tip tap my foot in patience. 

I can only wait so long.

But.

It's.

Becuase.

I'm the one holding me back.

-essie our

Things are changing and it makes sense.

Though, changing into things that seem almost bizarre.

But bizarreries make sense sometimes. 

Even though i can't comprehend why or how.

ps. My computer went sleepy-bye forever and lost all my precious images.

essieour