testy day
testy month
I want to scream and shout
I want to throw a fit
Create drama
Live sleep eat breathe it
For breakfast lunch and dinner
Life feels too calm
I’m tired
I have a flat tire
Unwanted emails
In my head
In my SELF
Who are you helping?
Angels keep sending me signs
1111
333
555
Listen to them. Don’t throw it all away.
Life throws curve balls
I hate baseball, I think.
Unless there are palm trees involved.
Or a superfan whose energy is contagious.
Pray because you know what happens when you don’t.
Turn up dilly dally, lose yourself in the music.
Drown out the thoughts, the fears, the resentment.
And survive.
It’s just a bad fucking day.
A test from your higher power.
Will you pass?
