"Look at that sky, life's begun

Nights are warm and the days are young

I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years

Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years"

GOLDEN YEARS. DAVID BOWIE

I'm not sure what the sky is doing today. I stared at the sun for too long and everything up was an opaque white. The corners of my sight faded and colors ran at the edges. Its hazy and the sun is out but you cant always see it and its warm and I am swathed in a blamy embrace of mediums. Nothing is sharp or extreme. As is my mood

I'm not sure how I am percieved by others who have only recently known me, but the one who keeps calling needs to know that if I shed all my layers I am ultimately a shy, intimidated, impressionable person.