I am so freakin' tired. I need to pack. I have a flight tomorrow to Portland, Or. Oh why do I procrastinate?

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.....these are the things I have been blessed with.
Is it too many to say, or not enough to list?
Neither.
It is too great to list,
too great to count,
too great to paint,
too great to draw,
too great to ever wish for,
yet I am blessed.
I have more things than I ever deserve.
I have more things than I could ever imagine having.
when the sun rises,
when the stars shine at night,
when breathe fills my nostrils,
I am blessed.
Thank you for my blessings.
Help me to be grateful for what I have been given.
No matter what others have,
help me to count my own blessings.

Thirst

Dry, yearn, want, need, can't think about anything else..
weak.

So I drink,
I gulp.
Cold, wet fills

My mouth

I yearn no more. I want no more. I need no more. I am stronge.

I gulp more,
I spill over,
I waste.

I have no more. I want more. I need more.

I am weak,
too weak to stop.
I cannot think of anything else.
I have wasted and nothing is left.

I begin to thirst.

crisp air bliss

There is bliss.

There is crisp cold air.

I breathe well.

I breathe deep.

My lungs feel strong, full, and tight.

I close my eyes.

There is silence.

There is emptiness and fullness.

I am engulfed in the thickness of everything.

I have no walls. I have no enclosure. I have no body holding me down.

I am thoughts traveling in the air.

I can travel with the wind or I can keep myself still.

I am in an ocean of life.

You can not contain me.

There is nothing around me.

There are no such thing as objects.

I can feel the warmth of the sun. I can feel the crispness in the air.

I am bliss.