In a hazy and vivid dawn, the Bohemian angel arises from her slumber of warmth.

She is welcomed to visions of joy cast down

The evening sun traumatized the moments,

With insatiable magical alliance,

Inspiring the lazy afternoon with incidents,

Sitting here drinking wine
Writing to pass the time
Waves crashing on rocks outside
Motel room warm inside

Feet hoping in pink

It has been a hectic morn. I can still hear
the echo of the bedside alarm clock. As for
those cutie pies, God knows I love

Procrastination is not a destination.
Laziness is not delayed satisfaction.
Curing both is just a matter of love.
Loving life