The reward for thoughtfulness and integrity is abuse and inconsideration. The rational shoulders of Atlas fail under the weight of weaponized feelings. I close my eyes and see filigree horizons. Gold and lambent foci for rinsing my mind. Gray and purple clouds stay their payload long enough for me to remind myself that I am real, and capable. And doors are built to be closed. Some blossoms never bloom.
12:19 p.m. - 2017-03-06
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