Without a filter

Sat, 12/20/2014 - 12:31 -- jsaing


I am bold, extravagent

Sepia, rise, valenica, and black and white

have no growth to represent I.

I am plain to the world

but glamorous to those looking within.

Like a growing shrub,

starting as a young spruce,

the world sourounding

only sees deep creases, cracks.

They want to gloify it, they say.

they cover me in filters-

they say I am beautiful.

Towering and lean. Visionary.

No. No. As the seasons length,

I continue to change.

No seperation of refinement

will ever capture that.

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