Iced coffee and windows with paintings on them of flowers that aren't really flowers
Give me enough to give you.

I always pray this.

I make things. I look at things that are lovely, and take photos of them.
I have a gift I abuse and neglect and only use it when my heart has too much in it.

I buy groceries from fancy stores, and pretend I deserve to eat fancy cheeses and bake fish with avocado or kale.

I go for walks, and eat too much chocolate, and have developed a taste for craft beer. I'm making up my life as I go along but I am supported and I am loved and I

didn't do anything in particular to earn this.

I should have plenty and I do have plenty.

But, can't stop with the thinking and my mind doesn't let me have my basic needs like you don't have yours. You don't eat.

I eat angel food cake and cream and strawberries all cut up and spreading juice.

I don't sleep.