I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy~
anais nin
   Sitting pretty in the morning...
mist holding over the water
 lavender slips and chain smoke, as a passing ship wavered in the sunrise 
 I tripped over my feet and curled myself into you... 
The sun was a virtue of truth laid out into the abstract absence of reality
my lips warm
 holding hands with content bliss
life making it's way into fate...
 just a visitor in my world of a picturesque           backdrop, I saw you

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