you think "if only i could get myself out of here and to another city, then, and only then will i be better."
i've got news for you friends, the picking up and moving part is never going to solve anything.
his bright green eyes glazing over to some glassy gray film, Saturn orbiting our hearts
it just seems it's best to keep rolling, figuring out, and never settle for less than best. this i know full well.
Artist
- karatroglin
- among diamond trees
- I love beauty. And there's this solid brick of words of experience, stuck in my head. I want to write on it, somehow dissolve the mass, but I don't know where to start. Everything here is calm, aside from that. Just some little lady spilling stories and poems from personal enlightening moments in space & time.
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