Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Words

waxing moon by moonandtrees

Bewilder me. That's what I'm looking for. With every passing year I've grown exceedingly weary and complacent. Nothing interests me anymore. I want to be kissed clueless. I want my attention to be gripped for more than a few moments. I want to be stunned and surprised and compelled to second guess every damn thing I think I know about the universe. Beau Taplin