On Love and Drugs

What makes or created Me and E, the cosmos, the forbidden will of the flesh, an error in our coding. The only thing that we know for sure is that we are and that we are broken, these things tend to mend though temporarily we accept that. Tight piece Boo

I would vote cosmos or errors in our coding. We may be broken, but all of our pieces make pictures, and like stained glass we allow light to filter through, highlighting our best parts. I think we manage our darkness pretty well.

Where's your effort?

Somewhere in the marshmallow clouds.

I feel you. 💖🙏

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Dear E,

Toke one up my friend! Best idea I’ve read tonight. X
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Ha! On it. :D

Good question

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I thought it was a valid question.

good morning beautiful Eerie this is great write
perhaps we feel too much and it's frightening to us
either we don't have the one we love
or we are with the one we love in constant fear of losing it
I am very familiar with loss and it hurts deeply...

thought provoking write ❤

Change is hard. I've had to be better with going with the flow. Thanks, Brenda for a lovely comment. <3

A very interesting friend you have there  :)

Yes, indeed :)

The lockdown is a bitch. I think if you ever find someone who loves roaming graveyards at night on drugs (good drugs...taken well) then maybe there could be some kind of balance there!! Idk

Lord. That would be the most magnificent balance. You have good ideas.

It's a perfect description of the escapism while trying to understand it.

It's quite the conundrum.