You bought this one groovy pair of shades they tinted the beach scene like a western, like a post-apocalyptic day. They sit on the bottom somewhere, down in Coronado Bay.
They made a glistening blue ocean look tainted, sepia-toned or like a desertscape, painted. A fountain, but it steals from souls their youth, everything looks crumbled or like it's already been used.
They ruin a perfectly beautiful and magical scene. This is a 5-star review but looks worse than it seems. It makes me laugh every time when you look right at me, I must look serious when I joke and less full of dreams.
You keep them on in the day and even wear them in the night like you wanted me to comment how they lessen every sight.
I thought that I would want them, that memory to keep, but they probably settle better accidentally falling into the deep, In that bay of trashy water, but now it's better sights you'll see -- the most cheesiest of facts (*inside joke*) and the more colorful side of me, smiling right back at your glow and this entire sea to see.
