Suddenly, I’m going 20 under and thinking about last winter. My tires don’t seem to mind, but my eyes do. They’re closing without my permission and continually casting shadows on the brightest parts of the road. It’s almost like reality is coming to end and dreams are taking over. There aren’t any poems to explain what this feels like this time. Only Orion’s belt and John Legend, and maybe that isn’t sufficient for a real human.
Sadness isn’t beautiful anymore and there is beauty in that.
xoxo
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i love the second picture. this set is so dreamy.
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