Sometimes my life feels like I am watching paint dry, or maybe I feel more like dry old paint on a rusty nail. But I think that I'm a nice colour at least, or I have interesting texture. The oxidation process that turns nails to rust is the same that turns my hair platinum shades of blonde. I love the colours of old doors and wooden structures that have seen more years of weathering than my short twenty-six year old life. Door knobs and fence posts abandoned homes haunted by ghosts, churches in fields and old wagon wheels. Stagecoaches and tractors...
Sometimes my life feels like I am watching paint dry, or maybe I feel more like dry old paint on a rusty nail. But I think that I'm a nice colour at least, or I have interesting texture. The oxidation process that turns nails to rust is the same that turns my hair platinum shades of blonde. I love the colours of old doors and wooden structures that have seen more years of weathering than my short twenty-six year old life. Door knobs and fence posts abandoned homes haunted by ghosts, churches in fields and old wagon wheels. Stagecoaches and tractors...
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Yes, very nice thought....many times during any given day ... life is like a movie.. in slow motion... I live out in the sticks..pretty much...I need the space... to breathe!
Thanks Gabriel.. I appreciate the feedback.. Its nice to take the time to breathe.
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