there once was an accidental rainbow

that cast itself right on my kitchen table

covered in closeness

yet

so far away

i wonder if my

wanderings are

bringing me

closer

or

further

from what i'm looking for

ps. here's a picture of a door that leads to nowhere.

i guess

if you

think

about it

everything

is made up of

light

(and shadows)

yea!

was reading about these

two little

surfer girls

who

despite many obstacles

still

have found

a way

to catch some waves

in

Palestine

even

with

having to wear

about

four layers

of

clothes

while doing so

just to stay

properly covered up in public

they still make it

out

and surf

a story

where traditional

meets

the

not so traditional

it's not ideal

but

it is

progress

ghost-

feet

metallic

sandals

prettily

painted

toes

bootcut

rolled

denim

trends

just

as

fleeting

as we are

and

yet

they

still

manage

to catch

my eye

and

hold

my

affection

dang

pop-

culture

i'll never

allude

your

cruel

grasp

(not that i want to)

texture and patterns

light

lines

proportion

mistakes

cracks

scratches

scars

maybe things are

more beautiful

when

they are

only

on the verge

of

perfection

if they were ever to get there

they would

loose all

attraction