Morning Thoughts...

well, it's morning again and I feeling obcessive compulsively, constantly running - impulsive, progressive... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! being with You just makes me smile, like getting an ice cream, or making snow angels... the simplistic beauty beheld in a child, Spirit Kinshala, soul I can taste moving as ants to their hill or Bonds to home base just an innate esp that you feel when yr free and you give that to me so for this, I thank thee... and I hate saying sorry (but I kind of AM) cause this all wasn't supposed to be part of the plan, we were just 'sposed to meet have fun, and then part as friends, as two people that dance in the dark, but I'm sorry to say it didn't happen that way cause You've drained my red heart and then sewed it apart with thread true of You My sweet Kinshala Blue, for now you must depart leaving me alone with my art... so I'll paint what I feel and at night I shall kneel and pray for a solution (like getting my truck back) so I can go to Napoli and help find you a shack where you can take of yr shoes and yr hat make music at ease while petting yr cat and smile at Me internally the way it could, would, and should be....