dear the eye of my mind diary,
i never laugh when my mind does something funny. there's a possibility it isn't a joke. what is funny anymore? the seriousness of life is like tall grass in a field. i stand back and admire the endless possibilities but yield myself to the concern. i am allergic to grass pollen, yet i still find it so attractive- so inviting. it's funny how things work isn't it? that is why i never laugh when my mind does something funny, even if it is a joke. life isn't always serious and i rarely yield. i'm allergic to lots of things other than grass. but i am not allergic to penicillin, like my mom said i was 28 years ago.
i never laugh when my mind does something funny. there's a possibility it isn't a joke. what is funny anymore? the seriousness of life is like tall grass in a field. i stand back and admire the endless possibilities but yield myself to the concern. i am allergic to grass pollen, yet i still find it so attractive- so inviting. it's funny how things work isn't it? that is why i never laugh when my mind does something funny, even if it is a joke. life isn't always serious and i rarely yield. i'm allergic to lots of things other than grass. but i am not allergic to penicillin, like my mom said i was 28 years ago.
