Day 26 (Dew's morning story)

Serpentine and serene the dew drips down soft green petal.  With squinted eye a mad dash through lash of eyes.  Surrounded confounded and over run by the sudden appreciation for what good have been lost to the rapid movement of ones eyes.  Here lies mornings loving nest blissful return from rest.  Smell abounds rich quick aroma of self timed caffeine infused loves liquid black concoction. 

A hero savior and saint rolled into nothing much the simple unique suit and tie that pulls tight on thick hide and keeps red tongue tied and afraid to wag.  Mirrored image so distinct and separate from the nostalgic Polaroid clipped to the back of your mind.  A quick smile slits lips apart revealing hand carved teeth shining in perfection refracting light into the eyes of the opposing sex blinding judgement and hindering coherent thought process.

Black is your chosen camouflage hiding concepts of self expression and putting the body into the cookie cutter mold you always dreamt and longed for.  The search for abject normality has begun.

To be continued...