Sunday, September 26, 2010
Life through Almond Milk.
This morning, I decided I was going to make my own Almond Milk. I forgot that I had to soak the almonds overnight. So while I've been waiting for them to soak, I've been thinking. I am an almond. I am soaking myself in negativity. Drowning in it. But as I go on continuing life, I will be ground with many battles. It won't be until I am straining myself from the pulp, that I will be able to have a refreshing moment. I want to be strained almond milk. Not the kind with bits of pulp left over. I want to be seperated from the negativity.