If everything in life is an illusion

In theory, she was the most selfless, self-possessing, self-composing, hypnotic and symbiotic individual I'd ever come across.

So much so, that I left my famous folder of important information on top of my car, for it all to blow into the streaming highway.

To think, how I snubbed love. Snubbed myself into a comfortable relationship with a very apathetic man, so apathetic that he didn't even care that I was a lesbian. I was his little snafu, as he was mine.

I suppose I could rant on about this. I'm so terribly inspired by this thing, this....pathetic thing. It's just a thing, just another normal variance in a relationship. Dear god, if I could sum up my life as bare foot and gestational, I'd die. I would, to save you the dramatics.

I like color.

So I colored. I fucked this girl senseless, made it beautiful. She had kind eyes that people of all types were drawn to, despite her steatypygas hips, her short and boyish hair, her lack of words. And too many are inspired by her. As am I. Ha.

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