on Keith’s words

“in my solitude” I am solace

you feel me?

smooth concentric circles “of reverie”

of temptation: warm, sweet, smart and wildly enigmatic

a sweet girl roller skating on a fenced in rooftop

and as chaos would have it

transmogrified:

and so we are reminded of the finite nature of a rooftop

the inevitability of gravity

and the mutability of fences

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