Sunday Morning Coming Down
Take away the alcohol. Take away the dirty clothes. Take away the loneliness.
And yet, my life is still fragmented; shards of money, property and family. I live in different worlds. The one in my head, the one in my heart and then the moments of time that occur, which are suppose to be the best. Problemless. Carefree breaths of time.
Is Bethlehem still there? How are the Palestinians and the Israelis doing?
Here on Amelia psychotropics rule. Cancer is atmospheric and the beach is disappearing. ( for me anyway )
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