Sunday, February 6

Sitting at a show outside snow is getting dirty and dirtier until it is only dirt.

Some things look like butterflies and somethings look like butterflies with no middles.

Sad to think that nobody knows your mind and sad to know that nobody's trying but it doesn't mean you are unloved just that you are alone.

Funny how each of us has a body.

Funny how somebody can step out of your life for some time and expect there to be a place holder.

Like we don't all work in waves.

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