You know, sometimes i think i'm prettiest when i first wake in the morning. With my orange hair going ways i wish i could keep in my waking hours, my edges softened from 4 to 8 hours of temporary relief from my daily insanity, my eyes seem darker but twinkle, complexion seems clearer, looking just wonderful in those first streams of light of the day. It's impossible to capture. But now i know what he (a couple of he's ago) loved so much about waking up next to me. It may be shallow, sure, but who the fuck isnt at times. but that was the best way to start my day and week.
padre:
That's pretty cool, I"m glad you see it. 