Right now, am trying to get rid out of 07; and these two images can't better mirror my inner state- As deviant as it can get--- Staggeringly I'd say; so deviant it hurts; but, as long as it feels good, does it have to make sense?
Poem by Emily Dickinson:
I dwell in possibility -
A fairer House than Prose -
More numerous of Windows -
Superior - for Doors -
Of Chambers as the Cedars -
Impregnable of Eye -
And for an Everlasting Roof -
The Gambrels of the Sky -
Of Visitors - the fairest -
For Occupation - This -
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise -
That's how I'd look if you see me
& Hat's off to OHKO from DeviantArt
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