Hardcore Pure or Whatever
Things have been happening and I remember this one art I made a long long time ago. Everything in that picture is slowly coming true. Every detail that I put that represents my “now” is there. I’ve known all along after all. It’s too bad that I make people rain on my parade too often.
I mean, well… it gives me enough persuasion that life has been really good lately. Oh yeah, it’s about time. I want something pure; something transparent; something i could feel through or see through. When he has told, “I never surfed, darling. Ha, I’m pure.” It’s like the 4th of July pyrotechnics. I mean, a lot of my skim peers just slowly going to the reef to surf. There’s not an inch of my body that wants to surf. It’s not that I couldn’t, but I don’t have a heart for it. I can’t love it. It’s not me. It gives me so much gladness that I can share pure skim with someone, and he wants to be my stick. Lol! Yeah, he just became one. Amazing.
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