I wrote I love on every piece of scrap paper

I wrote I love on every piece of scrap paper.

The sold the building I live in. With in hours of getting the notice black water started rising out of the sink. No one to call to get it fixed for a few days. At moments like this its hard to be loving. You want to believe the world is against you. Well the world isn’t against you. I pray it doesn’t happen while I am asleep and floods the living room. I know only a couple of things right now. One I need sleep. Two the world needs to draw a heart and third the world needs to think about being more loving.

Draw a heart. Care about love.