I tinkered with tip toes across all that was luscious and oh-so just so. Some things remain the same today, as they were in those early days. That same, common unknown transcendent state of being within the dreary days we share. Now it ping-pongs somewhere between bland and jealousy, or between desire and couldn’t care less-ness. There is a routine, that turns the tote board of this ubiquitous gamble. Roll for new odds! You know, it will never stop, this Jamy addiction. One day, according to the status of my faith, we will run together. We will run to the hills, to the sea or to the valley of the sass. There are often days where my dreams will stake my kingdom for a chance to taste the peaches that grow there.