as i approach the last of the month and the end of my regular todays I still love the visual curios that come as a result. I'm sure there's a pattern of me in there somewhere.
Today I feel like I am, at this moment, a burning flower, not consumed by the flames. But all the other flowers I see right now are on fire and I feel despair for them, because I have a hope they do not know.
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