Or more precisely, carabao in water.
I had a bad time last night and feel like shit today. And yes, it’s female problems. Again. I’m an f’n idiot who seems incapable of learning. My cowardice has not proven effective in protecting my wounded heart. I just need to find the strength to be content with being alone.
Maybe it was a sign, but this morning I found what I’ve been dreaming of, right on the sidewalk as I passed by:
This too shall pass.
Playing with the queen of hearts
Knowing it ain’t really smart
The joker ain’t the only fool
Who’ll do anything for you
Laying out another lie
Thinking ’bout a life of crime
‘Cause that’s what I’ll have to do
To keep me away from you
Interesting to see what different countries call a “river.” I’d probably call that a creek!
Come rainy season it will be raging, sometimes overflowing the banks.
Call me soppy and sentimental but I’m always moved to sadness when I come across a solitary displaced playing card.
That is all.
Thanks for the comment Mr. Soppy and Sentimental! It’s always strange to see a random card laying around. Sometimes I come across one out on a mountain trail and wonder WTF is the story here? Maybe it is a secret message that I’m too dense to comprehend…