Two days ago I traveled away and got frustrated at flakes in life and let a movie make-up artist paint my face blue and transform me into a fairy.
Today is sunny, I am no longer feeling sorry for anyone, because we waste quite a bit of time thinking, worrying and not enough time realizing what we’re feeling.

Anyways, I was digging into my feelings away in a Coffee shop and I realized one of the less pretentious things about sitting alone in a coffee shop writing poems and stories is looking around at all the other lonely writers and caffeinated tortured artists and having an underground, un-voiced but deeply romantic love connection

(or maybe it’s just me but still I think it’s pretty great to at least think that we all think humans make things hard sometimes)

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