most days I just do me but these days I'm doing we
Most days im out on my hustle and grind and I find that most people annoy me and very few are entertaining, or interesting enough to keep my attention for any length of time. I look at these new
faces all around and attempt conversation and humor with them...,in hopes that they have the joy,the light, or the fire inside them to carry on laughing with me. I am sadly disappointed ,
but becoming accustomed to the growing percentage of folks that make my day and make me smile without them knowing.
During my sleep I somehow place these characters in my dreams and attempt to empathize about the root of the dark, hard, unhappy