04.18.13

Perspective is such a relative thing; you could look in any direction and without thinking see nothing, your eyes wide open tearing from a dry wind or pollen. Images play around us, dusting our subconscious in angles and twirls which we likely send straight to a digital trash can. I dare you to look up, down, sideways backwards, quickly slowly, standing uncomfortably but existing within a thought that makes no sense in the sense of the word "sense". It's at least better than waiting for a change that waits for you.