Seattle Sky

Ugly is the contradiction of that which should be such obvious beauty but is fearfully,
offensively,
and sinfully,
dismissed. It is in the eys that are given to each other with every constant glance. So open and insatiably easily vulnerable to be complimentary caressed and filled to the brim with such
violent warmth
we would be
silly.
Eyes that could all easily twinkle with smiles of light. But lighted times are hiding. Seemingly so deserted is the silent pain of nothing which ever present in our circle of such feeling as
solid death.

It is this silent pain of nothingness death that precipitates into those sluggish gray cloud that lay gray. And pours itself upon us to make itself known as the soaking rain, looks like murk.

By: Danielle Larpenteur