Still
Woke up this afternoon.
The planes weren’t there.
The fan was soft in rotation.
Thoughts weren’t clamoring .
No dogs were barking.
Did I mention that the thoughts weren’t clamoring.
Peace , it was possible.
was it the Ambien??
That wasn’t the case , the dreams were of the ex ...
Thats not peace.
That minute , the mind was still and the air was soft.
One day I’ll find it again .
The phone was silent .
The collectors had called.
Jets were flying .
The dogs were barking.
Horns honking.... it was LA after all....
The chemicals need to be right.
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