i fell through the
aesthetically pleasing crack
in the face of beauty
and everything lost its hue.
which means nothing.
its eyes were poorly painted blue
and i used them to see you.
now i notice
everything is a shape
taking up space.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC
i fell through the
aesthetically pleasing crack
in the face of beauty
and everything lost its hue.
which means nothing.
its eyes were poorly painted blue
and i used them to see you.
now i notice
everything is a shape
taking up space.