so out of place. nowhere near the theme of the place. such obscure. for some reason, it fits perfectly. I'm talking about two crows that sat on the peeks of a bald tree. with a royal blue sky and the sun shining, these crows were nothing more than black paint splattered on a painting of a landscape. just added there. not even making a part of it all. so out of place. just like me. added to a different world. one that was unknown to me. paint splattered on a finished canvas I'm nothing more than a mere coincidence. what would happen if they flew away? what if they didn't ruin the painting after all? this is why perspective is important. some might think it's wrong. some might think it's right. I might say I don't care. as long as the crows do whatever they want. I mean. the painting itself decides which emotions it wants you to feel by changing every time you look at it. french is boring. you can't blame me if I stare out of the window all day. it's just such a bore. I feel out of place with this language.
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Still Such A Random Life
De Todothings in life you might overlook. almost a blog about my life. random things that catch my eye and mind
