there is always bad to go with the good, and vice-versa. if i could just learn to accept it. the definition of perception should be the same as life, however unlikely. even if i'm wearing blinders the shut out still exists.
how far from perfection is rejection?
it's funny because the further the sun goes down the more it becomes a blinding force - the clouds a protector so high up - above ground.
and all that settles keeps low, under the radar.
that's what i'd like in life.
to end on a high note, i'm getting towards those particles.
