Filter

eyes wide ingesting everything

ravenous retinas

resolution high

wind whips blurry

hurried blinking bliss

air warm

thick breaths

breeze blue

sun beams

vast view

 

why are you not 

satisfied

is reality really that ugly

is this not enough

filter is filler

 

 

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