Sunday Coffee & The Spirit of Pretty

7/14/18 4:37pm. Central Time.

As I sit here, Saturday evening, post script, 4:00 pm. Central Time, I see my life through a arrow's head. Perfect description of love. What must I determine before lunch? Life will carry you sometimes. I, in fact, do, often feel carried away. It appears, still, that nothing replaces a cup of Morning Joe. So I pounder the many reasons that my heart must die tonight. My heart often cries for relief from the hardest of heart lessons. The spirit, the girl, needs to see the world through difficult colors. To enjoy it, Earth, better. Her pearched life, sees her heart full of wonder and joy. Life loves el diamonds. The pretty source of power. Sing her a song of hope and love, and watch her fly away, like, a dove.

7/15/18

Peach cheeks. Embraced in sweats, hair color tanned by the sun.

Weight, sweets, nothing was compromised. Everything goes along smoothly. My heart skips a beat. Cereals, and cups of sugar rimmed coffees, soon shakes and at home Pilates. Human stretching, beauty teas. Arabica beans , wake me up every morning!

XOXO,

Kharese