A screen and people I know through words.
Sometimes magic.
Not farm-fresh when I crawl
away from my wife.
I’d love to share.
She has no gray.
She has crystal blues.
A screen and people I know through words.
Sometimes magic.
Not farm-fresh when I crawl
away from my wife.
I’d love to share.
She has no gray.
She has crystal blues.
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#1 by Marian on February 24, 2011 - 8:50 am
carl! so beautiful. crawl toward her and her crystal blues.
for the record, this person you know through words also has crystal blues, and plenty of gray. 🙂
#2 by Carl on February 24, 2011 - 7:17 pm
Thank you so much, Marian!
What kind of gray are you speaking of, the kind on top of or inside of the skull?
Show us your crystal blues!!! 😉
#3 by Marian on February 24, 2011 - 9:47 pm
both!
my crystal blues are in evidence everywhere, you just have to look.
but all of that is beside the point. i would like for you to not crawl away.
#4 by Carl on February 24, 2011 - 10:09 pm
Yes! Keep me on track – No crawling away! I crawl away from people who have a black and white world, but I don’t have to do that. Black and white worlds offer striking good for people who are stuck in the gray.
#5 by Evelyn on February 24, 2011 - 1:18 pm
this is so lovely, and multi-layered!
but not busy, clear and razor sharp.
sigh. did I mention sad?
I know this exactly I feel like…
#6 by Carl on February 24, 2011 - 7:18 pm
I like it when you think it’s sharp! I understand how you would know it exactly.