You were in my dream
But I don’t know who you are
So perfect to hold
Your black and white top
Hugs tight to your chest and waist
Hold this forever
Composite angel
Of everything I wanted
Gone with eyes opened
Touched me deep inside
The girl with no face or name
Visit me again
Nobody ever figures out what life is about, and it doesn’t matter.
Richard Feynman
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful for the lady who made my salad last night. It was nice of her to prepare a second bowl for me.
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