Lightning flickers in the distance. The eyes are seen through the window shades as sweat drips from my forehead. I lay in bed pondering thoughts of the day, the night, and what is to come. The fan spins on high clicking and spattering all possible cool air into the room. The light on the porch shines as the distant ships do as they do floating along the distant horizon. The skin on my body feels, as I am nub from the medication that was proscribed. The mood is still and thought provoking with out an understanding of the thoughts that flow through the mind. Is it good or bad that you cannot put your finger on it? On what that is? What you are thinking? Love and life seem to consume the heart and the mind in a moment. You get use to routine and when that routine is broken we feel lost. When the routine happens day after day we become discombobulated without thoughts, but just action of doing what ever equals the specific plague that is done to one self.
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