Stars Are Eggs
(207) 576-8837
7. (8-24-19, Route 202)
People are pulchritudinous
It fills my heart with happiness
Eye contact made in passing
A smirk, a glance away
It’s a moment of intimacy, fleeting
Creates longing, but pleasant
Our eyes may never again connect
But the imprint is warmth forever
High in the billowing winds of night, the full Moon shone his silver light upon spectral sailors treading along to’rds the radiant kiss...
I drove backwards, tonight. No, damnit, not in reverse, nor in the wrong lane. Due to unnatural circumstances of TarNation, my routes...
~The major concern of life is death. I’d say the main goal of essentially all philosophy is to understand & reconcile with the innate...
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