Darxetta413

Cowboy sky country eyes; I wanted to tell the artist on the street corner that he painted them wrong. But he looked so proud of them, that I felt sorry for that fool; that fool who had never understood the meaning of colors and where they come from, that they're more than just playful, pretty dots and swirls made to entertain tourists as they gaze with bored, false admiration at concrete walls. Maybe I was arrogant that day, more so than usual. Maybe I missed you that day, more than I ever have before; since you left this carriage-hills place stuck in a time warp and flew back to California with your brother to run the horse races,