last night as my dad drove me home in my pain-numbed state -- sans glasses the view was beautiful
flashing yellow, red and the occasional blue-green circles melding, swirling forming a multitude of patterns that kept shifting. perfect ovals. white.
but on closer look, they turned more solid and became rather ugly, pulling close then darting away as if being too ashamed to be seen in their true form. clearer and more bold. and at once i wished we could all exist like that; niavely believing the best of people.
SWEETlove
1:51 pm
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prancing ponies
jazz
glass bubble.
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