The sky is... beautiful.
An amalgam of rose gold and cobalt blue, with sharp streaks of golden ichor.
It's like a surreal painting you'd want to lose yourself on.
Floating entities seemingly unaware of their space...
Or, rather, they had just grown accustomed to it.
They had been born in it and lived in it, literally since our planet existed, and they know no other plane of existence except theirs, denying them the pleasure of seeing something... "beautiful" .
Have we, as individuals, as a community, as people of a country, as a species, done just the same, through the passing of millenia?
We take "this" for granted.
Yea so it's 5 am,and a teenager wearing all-black, cracking his neck often with jerky movements, with reddish eyes darting around everywhere, looked just a bit shy of a druggie lmaoooooo
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Morning walk Thoughts
RandomThoughts I get in the early morning when I go outside to confirm and refresh my existence.
