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Your soul is a mosaic of colors unknown . . . . #soul #existentialism #feelingmyself #selfie #prisma #mosaic #notprofound #nomeaning #justbecause #colorful #flyinganachronism #heterochromia #art #notart #blah #yuck #drunk #feelings
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I want to eat
I'm not hungry. Not really. More bored. I have seven more hours to be where I am, and I definitely have food. But if I eat it now, I WILL be hungry, later, and then I won't have food left. I'm hoping that by acknowledging this, I can more easily let it go. I can't be the only one.
Nothing really to say, just me #notprofound #rossvdh #sidewaysselfie (at Kentwood, Michigan)
Nothing Profound Here
Pizza cake: A carb-laden mistake worth repeating.
The waves Of north wind scrape Wrinkled fingers Across my cheek I feel him there, Voiceless, waiting, Each absense Leaves me Feeling strange.
this is a shitty blip that i probably wont do anything with, enjoy (:
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A scrap Of pliable paper Woven in wax. I don’t want To be another Disposable cup; Rim chewed, flimsy Bottom abused. I don’t want To dive Headfirst Into the garbage Bin. I’ve asked To be remade Small and crystaline With a better spine, Less prone To scuffs and cracks. I’ve asked.
m.b.d
Your face, Reestablished feels like slipping– Again.
Just a blip from this morning
Don’t try to hide. Peering close I find The glassy glimmer In your eyes, Your fixation crystalized By winter wind whisked Powdered shine. I have watched The sunlight try To warm the waning ivory white Of feeble fingers Pressed in your side. I beg you, Beg you not to hide, I’ve seen death waiting In your eyes.
m.b.d
