Tea is drug. I'm chronically ill. I cant do much except my art that helps my nerve pain and function. That's baking, painting , writing..... anything creative to use that outlet to express myself . Stay Wild Moon Child.
Marijuana Mary Jane Marijuana. The devils lettuce, Trees , green. Whatever you want to call it. Yes, I use it. Using it now actually.
Here comes the rain
Here comes the rain So no one can see my pain I sat outside to write today, Whoa, surprisingly cold today. It makes me hurt all over.
Goodbye Michigan I won’t go missing him I don’t even want to talk about it. I don’t want to hear any reason why you quit.
Summer nights in Maine Cousins Spring and Summer in Maine. There’s no better place to be than Maine this time of year.
Black lives matter
Black Lives Matter All human rights matter Can I speak from the heart? We need to play our parts. Stand up with our hearts.
Freedom of speech
Freedom of speech My words are my reality I have the freedom of speech. I’m allowed to know how to feel and how to say what I feel.
Chronically ill Pain Rain clouds Raining clouds, passing by you. I wish I could blame someone, anyone. Pain changes you.
Unanswered Lonely I can’t take this anymore. I’m putting my phone down. Upside down. Ringer off. Please don’t all of you tell me we will make plans, then change yours.