• patient7 9w

    Cotton Candy Swirls of Beauty

    Cotton candy swirls of madness strung together by the sweetest fibers.
    Only to stick to your nose like a pie in the face. To embrace the mess of beauty one must wash themselves and dirty themselves again and again.
    For beauty sticks in a faux sense of uncleanliness.
    Embrace and you shall swirl free into the car wash suds cleaning and scrubbing the unwanted beauty of nature from your windshield.
    Why must we dictate our disingenuous attempts at comfort amidst the dancing play of fall leaves in our windows?