Approximate Sight. By themischievousannaApril 26, 2016 ( 7 ) North of tomorrow, And south of the past My eyes are as open, As they are When I saw You last. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Art, WritingTags: art, artist, color, fiction&poetry, life, philosophy, photography, poetry, relationships, Thoughts, watercolor, writing Related Articles How it feels to deteriorate. By themischievousanna1 week ago ( 0 ) Accountable Excision. By themischievousanna3 weeks ago ( 0 ) The Volley of Questionables. By themischievousanna4 weeks ago ( 0 ) 7 comments › (b)ananartista SBUFF April 26, 2016 • 6:07 pm I can see youself LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna April 26, 2016 • 6:13 pm 👀😋 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ (b)ananartista SBUFF April 28, 2016 • 12:04 am ahaha LikeLiked by 1 person buff327 April 26, 2016 • 9:58 pm That is beautiful. My mother loves it, too. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna April 26, 2016 • 10:18 pm Thank you, and your mom! 💜😌 LikeLike Reply ↓ jackcollier7 April 27, 2016 • 10:14 am Oh I love this, so… definite. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna April 27, 2016 • 6:06 pm Awesome! ☺️ thank you! LikeLike Reply ↓ Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.