You had a world to feed
Where calories and sensitivities live carefree
Where children don’t cry themselves to sleep
Covering the battered memories with whipped cream
The stashed sentiments on the palms of every human being
The words above truly are what I live for.
They allow my journals to bake the memories that once made me weep.
Thank you’s to all who follow my unceasing journey of self discovery on this booming portal that finds us day in and day out.
It is a muffin of a world and I am simply thrilled to have each and everyone one of you as the sweetest of ingredients.
Gluten if you have too
Love beyond simplest of all starches
The real grass that grains