\.Sunsets like dreamlands./
Visceral blues turning flowing into cherry pinks. Cherry pinkness of her cheeks. Like a herd of crowd is rushing at a rush hour and no one notices.
I see you. You are feeling embarrassed right now. That's what's up with the cheeks. Well you know, as soon as we leave underground this reflection on the right door frame is going to turn into 50 shades of sunset.
And the sun is going down once again.
Leaving more room for all of the filthy one of us out there.
Condensed hues created with a natural dim.
Likewise, because I feel as warm as a sunset blue. Again my obsession with blue is deeper than this November. But November is sweet. Yeah.