Throwing Stones at SunsetI sit on the beach and watch the sun sink. I sit on the beach and toss stones, Shells, Bits of fused glass, Rocks, Sticks, Everything arcs and lands on the wet sand, Until the sea creeps up and reclaims it all. I pick a shell, and trace my fingertipThrowing Stones at Sunset
Along its scalloped edge.
My nail polish is chipping. I notice the way the dark burgundy color Contrasts with the pearl white of the shell, And I wonder if you’ve ever seen this color, This exact color, Before.
I always wonder what the world looks like through your eyes.
We
I was drawn in by the name of your account... but then I kinda tend to get sucked into stuff by the bright and shiney, or if there is like and electric hum as well.
You don't per chance have any kind of electric hum or make those cool servo motor noises when you walk like a robot do you?
Time will tell.
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breathe out...so I can breathe you in.
I really loved that painting, it's really powerfull and meant a lot to me.
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No need to thank me for "Faves" or Watches; however, if you feel the need, please do so in my Shoutbox.
Thank you.
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And there inside our private war I died the night before.
Let's go eat pistachios and practice mongolian throat-singing, while riding burros on the pilgrimage of santiago. That would be hot.
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