djielle G's photostream

a black cloud in the sunset guarding the evening star, October dew on a maple leaf, a spider web in moonlight, the scent of the pale dawn, a Scarabae as old as Christ, that last sip of coffee before it turns tepid, as common as Campbell's soup, as American as spit, skeptical yet trusting, brave but weak, brilliant but careless, casual but tense, magnanimous and unforgiving, the arc on a rainbow, the only one on Noah's ark without a date, something that rhymes with orange, but mostly, and most importantly, just like you.