Bed Brood

Not proud of the anal planner I am.
Plans must change…boredom forces me to scram.

Tight strung tugging war with ADHD.
So, I scramble my routine; routinely.

Meditate on elusive peace & sleep.
With middling success, I can fall down deep.

Repeat meditation ‘til the “bow breaks”.
Why do meditaions need extra takes?

…One has me writing & one’s making schemes. Third delivers me to Nod…“land of dreams”.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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