again?
May 3rd.
My mother's birthday.
The anniversary of my crash, often referred to as "God's alarm clock". So many peculiar things have happened to me on this date that I cannot begin to relate. And while not superstitious, I do believe my preconscious has a tendency towards steering me a bit off course on this date.
I must be vigilant.
2 comments:
Maybe tuck yourself in good and tight and set the alarm clock to snooze. Thank your mother, on her birthday, for raising such a brilliant poet and insightful man. Be good to yourself today.
I will try. thank you.
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