There is beauty inside the blur:
Some days
The world is blurry
Looking as if it’s melting
Its turquoise skies into grass
While shades of molten glass
Swirl like mist around trees
And lonesome shadows
Joust with the light of day
The movement of life
Forming abstract shapes
And dancing like liquid clay
But that’s just some days
Because most days
I remember my contacts
And I can see clearly then
HASTYWORDS 
Reblogged this on Her Headache and commented:
She has hit the nail on the head here. It looks to me like the world is melting, melting away. I try to find beauty in all that is blurry. Beautiful words.
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❤ I love you
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Lovely imagery, with a fun twist. 😀
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Hasty can see clearly, sometimes.
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This gave me a little giggle. 🙂
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