Since then, I've fallen in love with 0 people, danced with my mother in a department store 1 time, and made tomato and basil baked tofu 2 times.
And that's about all I can remember.
Please see my Scraps for my latest entries.
Keep it real.
Rainbow ID

Finger PaintUnified patchwork contributions, Dodecahedrons tossed wildly Through global magnification To decide random perceptionFinger Paint
Depth-encrusted, tender, More fragile than thought, Mathematical incubation; The art of precision
Ovular column-smashing, (it does just as well, sitting on a rock,) Smearing rubble on loose-leaf


Show Thyself Approvedcamouflaging; iridescent lights, fickle, split to shine in another direction, to reposeShow Thyself Approved
Holy wars: "I'll take ten, and bag them." (they're probably the secret to life)
attach razors to pied-piper flutes and pray for the disillusion that a flood predestined your banner; a dove's wing (in the air, but iron) descending


The solitude withinIt’s this undeniable rush of freedom accompanied by the urge to hide.The solitude within
To seek my only security into the darkness of myself.
Solitude.
I can never seem to find what I’m looking for though,
I dig and search
and pray
that the white would just open from the slits of space.
I feel you there.
I smell you.
Why are you allowed to take my breath away whenever you please?
Love is timeless I suppose.
I promised you so many things
and it seems so much of me is you.
You are the clouds rolling in during the twilight that fog so much of who I am. Inside of me is


12:55 to 1:17The dead branches of my favourite oak tree, Rest on the orange grey glow Of a snowstorm at 12:5512:55 to 1:17
Invisible ice splatters against the panes, And here on this couch, I overheat.
The grass is still green, Where it pokes out from under the snow. Rather incongruous, isn’t it?
The sounds of the trains Echo eerily Clikety-clak
Rivers of ice sit silently stagnant, In between the patio stones.
And I want to go lie in the snow But I don’t…
The light seems to bounce off ice, But it is muddied By the tangerine sk
Aurora
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"My days of taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle."- Mal Reynolds
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love does find a way.
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"How much can you know about yourself, you never been in a fight?"
- Tyler Durden
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Woohoo *dances around* lalalalalalaaaaaa
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