You know what is the most beautiful thing about being an insomniac? Is that you are able to witness the gradual fading of the night's foreground bleed into the fulgent and bold background before thine starry eyes. And the antithesis of the moon or sun replacing each stubborn purpose becomes a painting within itself; the portrait of an astronomical

Have you really looked outside your window today?

I did. And there's just a bolt of violet and indigo and electric pink cracking in the spazzy holes in the sky.
You should comment and let me know what is outside your window.

( Why am I listening to the best mix of random synchronize beats in random order? Maybe I am just waiting for an answer from... )

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The Ravaged Face
by Sylvia Plath

Outlandish as a circus, the ravaged face ( Read more... )