October 18 2016

When you wake up in the middle of the night from an emotionally charged dreamscape acutely aware of the fact that no one has (or will) ever be able to fully comprehend the depth and spectrum of your emotional faculties from your livid experience. Just as you can’t of them. And how utterly paralyzingly lonely that feels. Particularly in this light; this blue filtered light, that leaves the scenery doused in an otherworldly low lying sinister feel. And you resign yourself to remembering that that’s okay. That everything is actually totally okay. And that this is just one microscopic fraction of a huge giant picture that can’t ever be painted. Well Good morning to you too, big blue 4am moon.


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