Allergies, Killing Me

Allergies are killing me. It is a microscopic conspiracy. I can barely chirp a line out but life is otherwise grand, quiet, slow moving, and thoughtful. I feel a grace. Gratitude. Gladness.

All the pictures peel off the wall and I don’t bother to reinstate them. It is going to be a good year.

Categorized as Poetry

By bgkarma

BGK is a revolutionary in the mind frame of intention with vibrational swim and entertainment snack to promote edutainment and self empowerment by use of multiple brains or servers to go next level.

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