It's that time of the day when I have nothing to offer to myself to make me feel active, alive. Except running and working out which I have already done before the middle of the day kicks in, and here we are at the middle of it, the middle of nowhere when everything becomes “Possible!”.

I come in peace, and I will leave without it. Just like a baby, born with Nuttin... Yet still wearing it. Hold my coffee, blunt, and listen, will you? Now throw that shit out of the nearest window... Ah, no windows? I'm afraid you'll have to kick the door open. Go out, and bury it in a bush.

Good boy, no beating around that bush allowed. I warned you, up to you.
Choices, eh? You crave what's in that bush, don't you? I know how it feels, I've been there, done that.

Here I am blindfolded-ish, and there you are confused. Think, I'll wait.
Tick-Tock! Tick-Tock!
C'mon now do it! Take control, what's in there? I can't see you quite clearly.
Tick-Tock! Tick-Tock!
Grrr, where you at? Hello? Seems like I'm speaking to myself here when everything becomes “Possible!”.

Tick-T... Time's up!

Questions, was it a Gun, a blunt, or was it me “READING” my own book?
Oh! Hi, there!
If you made it til' here, if you made sense out of that, then it's time to say
...Goodbye... :)