It's one of those days where I'm spending most of my time inside my head again. I read this thing about my birthday, and what it means, and my character, and I don't know. It said my primary aim is to find a balance between acting in aggression and my desire for peace and harmony. I suppose that's me. I think I'm trying to find a balance between the extrovert and the introvert. But whatevvv. Apparently because the day of the month that it falls on adds up to six, I am artistically, creatively, musically, and imaginatively inclined. Go figure. Minus the little funk I'm in, today felt good. really good. I've decided i want a tatoo where my pulse is just below my thumb in my write wrist. I was listening today, and it sounds like poetry. Do you know what else looks like poetry? When you are on the highway, try to make your eyes fade out.. like when you cross them, because when the lights blur, oh my goodness it is fucking beautiful. I took a picture, i shook my camera up as I was taking it for the blurred effect. Here,
Everything has its own beauty. Everything.
Flashing Lights / Colin Munroe
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