Small Things

 Small things.  Little remembrances and items of clothing forgotten to the naked eye.  I exist in the grey now and display a visual cue in the privacy of me in review to me only.  I will be here in a status state or not irate.  I will contemplate.  Not being in the rough and tumble will make me nimble in the pain place.  I can just not hear about the lasting duress of the rest.  I will cook and clean and play with my bliss kiss.  He is a cat who fears to be fat.  I am a woman who wishes not to be that.  Stay off the internet if you are cruel or the cool of the world may get barbaric today.  It is a Wiccan Witchery BOAR play.  Vie 112