Thursday, March 17, 2016

couldn't i just tell you the way i feel? i can't keep it bottled up inside. couldn't you just tell me it's no big deal, and there's really nothing left to hide?

ole cloudbeard contemplating a close shave.

picture marking time loosely linked by words, dropped feathers on the walk. only meaning can't be avoided. it wasn't me my shadow says.

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