Reflections decorating bluened shades of a waterfall.
Tenderly touching my mind with it's exquisite blend of textures, as I gently ease feelings into the total picture, giving the atmosphere an ambiance of eerie cloudiness.
On days of hopeless abandon, turning away from everyone, hiding in catacombs of my mind, not wanting to be seen in daylight hours.
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