It is going to be a good-looking calm day with no storms, no spins and no scurry but just a cool quiet breeze blowing from the west, aboard a tall sailing ship with propellers at full force coming to rest at dock. Hooray, Spring is here. Let the flowers, the bees, the birds, the insects, the aroma in the air run free.
Paddington Station, London
Intense feeling traveling down the road
dragging the body side to side
zigzagging to the end of the shop on hands and knees.
It stencil shadows on the ground
ushering pain and torture until it decapitates
one wallet and soul at a time
leaving a crime scene photo of generous nightmares
engrained into helping
not legislating the heart
out of place
ostracized by
the creepy-crawly that holds self.
©Angela Aguiar
Florence, Italy
I want food, real food, delicious food, a variety of food. I want orange, orange juice, orange flour, orange cake, grapefruit, lemonade. I want fruits, various fruits, a variety of fruits, colored fruits. I want fresh vegetables, green leaves, many shades of hues. I want to solve the puzzle, caress the paint brush, pick from the domino table, feel my mouth full but right about now, I can only dream. I can only dream and pretend that I am at the supermarket, the aisles are filled of goodies and I running around, picking from it like a kid in a candy store. I can only because I can’t. I can’t because I am delirious. Yes, I am still hallucinating.
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ludlum drive 
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