An ointment in some cases lifts you up and reassures you everything will be alright. Plus I find it funny that you would call to let me know. If only the days were shorter. I would place myself where I belong. Seemingly so unfortunate. To spindle and twine. Far from me to unapologetically cross over and look what I found. A bead. Lucky as I ever were, intensional sophisticated lap alike. Saw penance. Arrested in front of the wall. Looking in. Lost afterall.
