I've been told that I am a pessimistic optimist who looks at the worst first but sees the hope always. I'm extremely dichotomous and ridiculously prejudiced. I love laughing though I never get the joke. I love watching the leaves dancing on the trees in the breeze, the clouds roll by through a deep blue sky and the stars twinkle at night. I am governed by the moon. I was dropped off, left under a rock in the New Mexico desert one dark night by the mother ship and I am anxiously awaiting my ride home - whatever planet that may be. The curious thing - my friends all agree.
3 comments:
Seems more like old and young. The one soft and pliable the olther dry and brittle.
seems like the difference between love and lust to me.
whatever it is that our minds wants to perceive...
love and lust? Ok then...
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