To The Beautiful Blur.
A Love Letter.
Your freedom beckons as it always does. Untamed. Unashamed. Like walking naked in long grass. Or bathing in cool rocky rivers.
Unconstrained. Stripped of the trivial details — you leave bare the emotion that tugs from within. You’re a faceless feeling. A sort of déjà vu, bringing forth empathy and understanding.
A revelation of the human spirit.
I want to be your master — to manipulate you and learn your secrets. But you’re an untamed beast and slave to no one.
At times mysterious and soulful, and other intimate and revealing — your facets shrouded yet raw.