I started to write in a notebook but I couldn’t finish a sentence. How our life is hardly consumed with a pencil but with a keypad or touch screen is mind boggling.
My eyes are starting to hurt from staring.
I’ve decided that flower pressing is going to be a new hobby of mine, but never quit tried it out yet.
It’s May, how do we still feel a slight chill? It must be lonesome outside cause everyone hides inside.
Remember riding a bicycle, falling and scraping your knee cause you weren’t wearing knee pads or a helmet. I had a Spice Girls set.
I knew a kid who didn’t know how to ride a bike because he sat inside to play Mario Kart.
The carnival is in town, never have I gone because people say that it’s ratchet and dirty but I saw a nice family walk up to buy tickets. Maybe, I’ll stop by.
It’s been six years since you passed away and I felt your presents around me.
My Photo (Staten Island.)