Wisps

Smoking in silence I cannot see a reason to think it could change. Like the Buddhists say, life is unsatisfactory. I have three problems that are causing me trouble and want release from them. In the mirror I don’t look so good, my speech isn’t right, I have no peace. This is reality. The longer I stay away from the trouble the better. This screen itself a problem. I am looking forward to sleep. I smell something strange like a wisp, all is suffering after birth so it seems.

 

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Author: leeethomas

Visual Artist, musician and writer from Australia. Interested in Love and the Mind.

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