on the yolk
2015-02-07 @ 10:39 a.m.

The dragonflies run laps after each other back and forth over the same spot. It’s as if they want to touch down like a Boeing but just can’t commit. With every pass I think this is it as their bellies graze the grass. And every time, they pull back on the yolk like a pilot saving his cabin. Their commitment issues mirror yours so perfectly.

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