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[musademusam]

I'm in love with atmospheric pressure, clouds that look like exploding marshmallows, neon lights, city streets, lamps, pocketwatches, elegance, people, contradictions, lips and eyes, hands with calluses, trees, shards of particles, stickers, roses and sunflowers, pointlessness, meaning, inadequate art, strokes of paint, brushes, rings, materials, elements, night skies, cemetaries, passion, civilized fields, everything and nothing.

Or nothing.

I've been diluted lately, so now I'm working on drawing it all in. Let worlds collide or meld, one way or another it must come together.

I'm going to sing and paint. Then I'm going to absorb myself in books, it is afterall my duty to social standing.

Then I'm going to talk to people.