Dirt is blue and grass is pink to someone like that.
Think but don't think too much or your tummy will turn. Bandages are sticky and have shown to be a cause of insanity. Just kidding, they only make me crazy, but they're too late because hey, I'm here. Circles and toast are kinda the same thing you know? not really real until you make them. Things can be roundish and things can be burnt but they can't be circle toast until you make toast in a circle. I love when stuff doesn't quite make sense but it touches your mind in such a way you can't ignore it. when words flow from the tongue and onto the mind like a stream slipping hushed through the trees. Cold in my head but warm on your skin. Almost like a blanket wrapped around you on a cold night. I miss someone. More than I thought I ever would. I miss their voice, the swoop of their hair, the way they looked at me, the way I felt so important when I was with them. Sometimes I lay awake when I should be sleeping and sit dreaming while I should be awake craving them and wishing they would come back because they were important. They were a drop of sunshine in the pool of midnight. A tall tree in the flatlands. A firework against a dark and cloudless sky. I wish I had one more day to feel the warmth of their soul. My friend, tell me, are you better there, where you are? Have you found a drop of sunshine there? I hope you find a drop of sunshine in someone as much as I hope you don't. You told me before you left to find a new drop of sunshine but the night is long and I am tired of waiting for the sunrise. I fear for my emotions and longing to see my sunshine again. Because you may come back someday but you won't come back the same.
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