She is not crazy. She is a Pisces.
Being a self-proclaimed writer/painter has its casualties. You become lost to foreign worlds and your only escape is reality.
So i have grown to know a few of my blog followers more intimately. And i am honored they have come into my life and shared tidbits of soul with me. And i have shared too. A tad bit.
I have never vigorously pursued horoscopes but recently a few people shared their signs and i must say i am captured. Scorpio and Pisces are my two favorite signs. And being a Pisces i relate to both of them well.
Love is an illusion, platonic friend. Stay a while and rumble through my head.
I have a series of these photos. I love looking at them for hours. Getting lost in the movement. The changing shapes mimic me, day by day. Often hour by hour. I can feel the caress as they wind their way past my eyes and settle where they may.
What do you see?
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