I realize that it it is like the flower
that blooms only to brown:
the faces I have,
the clothes I wear,
the food I eat.
When the world is going to end
these things no longer exist.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Drop the Egg
As I blow dry my hair
I realize that it it is like the flower
that blooms only to brown:
the faces I have,
the clothes I wear,
the food I eat.
When the world is going to end
these things no longer exist.
I realize that it it is like the flower
that blooms only to brown:
the faces I have,
the clothes I wear,
the food I eat.
When the world is going to end
these things no longer exist.
I'm an adventurer first and foremost. I am an avid trail runner, student of yoga and crazy for slack lining. I race 100 mile ultra marathons. I like to see the world upside down and I hope my blog helps you see it that way too! Welcome! I love hearing from you.
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