Laying Low

There is a day we call out for the celebration of love.  This year, it is clear, that the fallacy is not reality.  Terrorism of white women is my subject for that day.  It is not okay for them to lie, cheat, and steal or scream on that day.  Florists better be on time, but don't even pass on a nursery rhyme.  I have just breathed through every holiday for 42 years.  One day I will be precious, and without fears.  I am experiencing some writer's fatigued, and it blocks me from my universal.  He is petite on this day, and seeing me in a different way.  Let's just say that the nuture and comfort of mother does rest in my heart, and for a broken spirit, it can be the start to seeing the wrath that they really feel for people hobbling me for real.  Expectation of that nation was Oahu maternal for infinity, while everyone in the Navy partied on my "creativity."  Well today I feel a fiece flu, but I do not stop to blame all of you.  Feeding is okay quiet friend, in imagery, just find the gentleness in yee.  We are looking at new territory that has never been seen, and we will keep it that way for they are all so mean.  I do little on this day, as the infection rages in my lungs.