First_Leaf: Follow the leaves, they lead you to secrets.
My Details
- I am: 33 yr-old man seeking woman, 18-28
- Located in: Aalborg, North Denmark, Denmark, Western Europe
- Last online: Online over 1 month
- Height: 5' 8" (173 cm)
- Body Type: Fit/Athletic
- Hair Color: Medium Brown
- Eye Color: Blue
- Ethnicity: White/Caucasian
- Education: Masters Degree
- Religion: Christian/Catholic
- Occupation: Technical / Science / Engineering
- Income: ---
- Smokes: Never
- Drinks: Socially
- Marital Status: Never Married
- Has kids: No
- Wants kids: Definitely
- Sign: Aquarius
More About Me
It is little after midnight and I form an unspoken brotherhood yet again with three victims of despicable schedules on the bus. According to the itinerary, it crosses country and almost a hundred kilometres to reach an airport – in truth it goes through the nothing. There are no trees, bushes, wildlife nor architecture to pass, not even the willow wisps floating beyond the shitpool of human crafts. For a few moments, before the wind came, all roughness disappeared from the world, all angles, twists and curves had been reduced to thin, flat, smooth nothingness. As the dimensions of reality were stripped away, for that picturesque moment, the bus traveled through nothing, thus it has not traveled at all, but instead stood still. Have you not stopped reading? I am by no means simple.
More About my Match
She displayed her true nature only by diffused light on those rare days of late autumn. I do remember times in August – somewhere between two dreams – the sparkling beams siphoning back he colours; presumably to paint other dawns in distant parts of the world. In those moments, wild flowers do not seem the stars on the vaults of endless pampas they normally do; mere survivors washed ashore by the wildfires. I sprinkled her then, as a potted plant, with trust, to a response of lingering hope within the shadows. Thus comes the harvest in November, when the depth of the commuli add just the right amount of ebony to the horizon, and she retains the exact bark that belongs to her hair, those exact crystals that escaped from her eyes, and the skin reminiscent of wandering fish of Southern caverns. It took years of study to describe the circumstances of her happiness, an eternal struggle of falcon-eyed monitoring to find that moment: right before the seas of the skies grabs the air firmly, I have seen that smile, justifying proof for the scientist, fulfilling destination for the lover. This is the hypothesis, now to the legwork.
Education
Urbanism, planning, architecture
Occupation
People ask questions. I answer.
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