head.

I've been having too many headaches.
Maybe it's the glasses, maybe they're not right, or maybe it's the evil eye!
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It's too hot for candles but I don't care. Softer light makes me feel in peace. And the flowers that I got for my balcony know that I care for them, they grow so fast, and they bloom every day. I water them often.
I love my balcony now.
It's such a getaway. It's as if I own a little piece of the street. It's mine, I can smoke in it, I can drink, I can sing in it. It's mine.
And I love candle light.


I'm stuck. I don't know where the poem should be going.
And I want to travel. I need to travel soon.