• December 3, 2014

Maybe you think I’ve gone mad….

Maybe you think I’ve gone mad….

Maybe you think I’ve gone mad…. 1000 667 taylalynn

There is no subject, no proof reader here. The use of correct grammar was indeed thrown out with the baby and the water.

I don’t speak with a proof speaker so to write with one would be bullocks. Yes I love the English. I only know english slang. I have no idea if I am using it correctly.

There is no intent for this post today. But just to shake the dirt of my mind out, give it to the 11 of you that read it. Make it settle somewhere off to the east where I don’t have to collect its dying spiders anymore.

I wake to find myself hitting my knees, praying for the new day, to stay out of harms way..to love them, keep peace and just be good. Isn’t that really all we can pray for some days? To be good? I try not to pray for unhealthy things aka weight, the right time to make love, for all the perfume in france. I do try, oh how I do….but creep those thoughts come in. To bash them would be to bash me, or would it be bashing some strange girl who now wears perfume from France? I do not swim to far into that cave…No need to decipher.

I smile at you. Wanting you to like me. Don’t we all want likes? Even Taylor Swift eh? I like you. I do.

 

 



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