Blind Eye
Visions of seeing what's not meant to be seen
Visions of seeing what's not meant to be seen. Interpretations of situations only the blind can redeem...everyone's story, the glory of happiness.... but what happens if....
You visualize facts from the back of status that completely doesn't exist.... situations seen in a blur. A mental fabrication of facts that haven't really occurred...A love, when verbalized....sounds really absurd. Haunted, a mind concord, by memory's, never preserved. Thoughts and situations from past relations that aren't even yours... but suite you.... her eyes, her smile... her smell her style... all the things that would, recruit you.... but is that reality, are those the things, that so simply attract you blindly.
A mans weakness. Hips, thighs, and to some a simple reply....to why, you looking so down babygirl, smile....you say your looking for happiness, well here I am.... please don't walk past me with a blind eye......
Prolific Thoughts
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Prolific Thoughts
I consider my self to be a visually expressive creative able to paint a picture graphically and poetically. From life experiences of love, heart ache and the everyday understanding
Of how I think and move. I hope you enjoy….
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