Lifes' files

May had the feels - of a sojourn, some fickle light, some laughter, and coffee, and deprivation. It was a perfect balance of good and better, and moments almost clandestine. Some situations you could reel about, be mad about, and get excited about, but in your inner self. There was always that moment that had you thinking about your life, the wrong choices you probably made, the bills you had to settle, and the horrendous battle with adulting. With adulting, only your parents care if you live or die, if you eat or starve, if you go to church or not, if you have a job, and if you have a roof over your head.  They are the perfect weapon against egregious spirits. As if their supplications do not repel all troubles furnished against you, those humans ensure that your cup is filled with overflowing grace, and your basket is full of bread, greens, cabbages, beans, tomatoes, and maize. They make sure that you are set for a couple of days. If you are happy, and you have eaten to your fill...