Thoughts of mine

I've been smoke free for 50 days now; I still ache and scratch my self when I crave, I repeat my need for breathing smoke, exhaling heavy clouds of dust.
You must learn Philippe.
This is exile, hang him for he looks like a beast, allow the sirs and generals a piece of chocolate each, I will be down soon for now I need to floss these teeth.
I want to look at something blindingly bright. Call on hail marries to bring rosemary and cranberry. Let's play with light and shade. Today I am color bind free.
Allow me to jump off a bridge and land bare foot in muddy forests; I'm dancing alongside pink mammals. "AHHH dear God" allow my screaming to rip part my vocal cords. Let's wrestles gardeners till they break our bones. Jump along with me on this presto wood. This is how you reminisce, Rage thy child, glow your hair and be shaved, this is how to conduct and interview. Screw fabrics of the fabricated.
"Hello tiger"; allow me to pluck your whiskers. No more picking on Elephants for they are entitled to glasses and can read. I am complicated I tell you, yes highly genius too; I like the sounds of violins and can calculate an askew.
{Picture taken at a farm in Um il Amad}