My favorite day

Good morning. Good minutes. Sunday is my favorite day. About my head, meditate and pray.

I'm still looking to be better. So I'm looking for a better way. Perfection I am not, but

I'm doing okay. I hope somebody will truly see me someday. Pass the black and white

and through the gray. Where real connection can be made. That's all one can hope for at the

end. To be loved like a true friend. The sumptuous woman will open her heart and invite me in.

I have a chance to be loved like that again.

Sunday is my favorite day. I get to reflect on things I could have handled another way.

But if I'm looking for growth, being honest with myself is okay. I'll do better next time.

Let me lay back and take it in. The Sunday morning sun is on my face again. And every breath of life I get is a win.

The Sunday morning sun is on my face again. And every breath of life I get is a win.