Pensive and thoughtful. Or maybe just wondering when the next meal is.
I vow to not let this latest wave of lethargy get to me. Although my bed always invites me to slumber yet again.
A week after. I sleep soundly, reliving memories and getting all warm and fuzzy inside.
Give me enough food to live on,
neither too much nor too little.
If I’m too full, I might get independent,
saying, ‘God? Who needs him?’
If I’m poor, I might steal
and dishonor the name of my God.”
This is me last night, sleeping early, waking up late, skipping exercise. :)
I am excited scared. (Although this shot looks more scared than excited)
I remember the late late nights when she was young and her voice only held cries. She is older now, her voice changes all through the day, but I know every word she says to me. What bonds we make with those that love us without question.