Life is a wonderful thing, the joy of it is living. As I reflect and walk...I wonder...
How does one live and go through the day? To know your heard and understood.
A Peanut butter and Jelly sandwich would help.
Smiling and remembering the joyous frustration of a glass of milk stained with satisfaction from a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
The random breathe of encouragement and the simple satisfaction of walking out to your balcony to feel the day.
To be spread and drawn so thin in life is our lot and a hope. So, I hold to a dream while random chance fuels me.
I am a man now...this I accept. Kicking and screaming I have graduated to Taco Bell.
The stains...they smile and remind of the warmth that is...a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
I don't miss the days of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I miss losing my way. I know not where it was left. Nor do I know where to look.
Innocence was lost and youth fullness ignored. While joy was found in a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
A random breathe of encouragement and a smile suited me.
As I made me....A peanut butter and jelly sandwich.