Wednesday, September 26, 2018



There is always something nice to come home to, she sees me she purs. She may not want to leave her bed, but there she is safe, there, she feels comfortable. This is what I wanted for her. Somewhere she could be happy, and when I get home and say hello, she looks so happy these days, and sounds it to, is she purring from her soul?


I’m thinking, its new to me, I think I think but really I already know, so I didn’t need to think, but what it was that I knew was that I knew I knew I needed something new. I thought instead of I thinking and that was much clearer. And so I tried something new, I flicked a switch, a light came on..


You’d Better Call Soul……

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