Fairy Pools, Skye, Scotland, July 2016

There are so many clouds in the sky today.

so the back room at work is basically a middle-aged woman's facebook wall.

winter scene by Nicolas Schneider

Nature’s color palettes.

a stellar sight from boy-so-pale via menpale

stars (skies troposphere astrometry rapture space) #26 ~ a moonrise along the sea of the sky . .

. . one of the few things that can rival a sunrise or sunset. because sunrises are the hopes of new beginnings while sunsets are the beauty of final farewells. but moonrises and moonsets are neither, and both the beginning and end of a melancholy that flows from these sea of clouds and right through me. a cold, dark and hollow me.

~ a.k.a.cross drowning in the clouds yet still watching the moon

p.s. will the moon or someone ever mean as much to you? i hope for you they do. 

Unrequited Love

You come and go on your own schedule, Forsaking me, And I am forlorn and scorched. Those allowed into your life Are unworthy, Those who claim to love you and yet Trample upon your being, Those who gloat and shout their pride To their competitors who are crimson with Fury and envy. In your beautiful anger, you return to me And tug upon my world with your faint And dainty grip, but each time, It is with half of yourself hidden away. I am at a complex misunderstanding as to why You blanket yourself in a shroud, But I implore you to realize that It is I who loves your many birthmarks. You were born of us and this place in a Moment wholly primordial, so why must This endeavor of our love be a battle Of mystery? You bathe me in your pale glow, And I feel that I can reach the clouds When you are near.

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