Late at night, her skin glows against the pale blue moon.
Mid-afternoon her hair sparkles with the sunny rays as the sun sinks to sleep.
Her hair as yellow and bright as a sunflower field.
Her summer days are filled with numbing cotton candy sunsets, vibrant pink bows, cheesy romantic novels and a luminous tone that follows her shadow.

But, the other girl...
Late at night, she disappears from sight... all one can hear are her cries.
Mid-afternoon her hair is wild and frizzy as she runs from the glowing man.
She does not glow a white light...
She works all day under the sun and leaves with a tan tone and watery eyes.
She is so beautiful. She is not like all the other summer girls. She doesn't need the blinding light to be noticed.

It is now my favorite color
It fills me with joy
It is the soft hue of an 8 am morning
the honey-tinted specks in your eyes
The blanket your freckles lay upon of
the color that means so much to me
It's a soft summer morning in Italy
it's the color of the curtains that cast the prettiest light pink reflection onto your cheeks
it's in the pages of my dad's old travel journal
it's in the sand of the world's deepest sea
it's in the walls of the little room beneath the Canadian stars
It's in the gold glasses when the sun shines on them
Its life in a color.
it's the color I see in you
It caresses me like a feather
it embraces me like a hug
I feel it like I feel you.
I want to sing this color and what it evokes
I wish I could be this color
this simple
gentle
refreshing
color.

There are people who cannot speak without smiling.
There are people who cannot cry without blaming.
And there are songs I cannot sing without dancing.
And I sing you like a song I heard when I was young.
And I  love like I discovered the concept.
I want to teach you how.
How to feel...
How to sing...
The drizzle of rain hugs me.
The shadow of your eyes miss me...
I Want to sing you like a song I cannot dance to.
Oh my love, There are people who fantasise about freedom and then  slowly build the walls to their own prison.

I cried my eyes out today.
I drowned in despair.
And I floated in air.
Two eyes shed a different tear.
One, warm and forever - remembering the childhood friend.
The other, craved a forgotten person.
One reminds the other  of how happy she should be!
The other, weeps in silence as it endures memory de-fi-cit.
Falling simultaneously towards the ground.  
Quiet and unnoticed/ drenching and drowning.
Why is it that I go back to such horrible thoughts?
I live in them with a colourless splash.
I am happy, I believe. I was happier, I recall.

Im trying to breathe in -  to breath out.
Underwater.
- dark and serene,
so quiet and untouched.

And so on,
comes a moment- in which the human mind seems to hush

and all that is left.. is your blinking heart and the sun rays resting
on-top of the crystalline water.

All your troubles sink away while you test your lungs strength fighting for your worth.

Your purpose- in this never-ending ocean- is a- beating heart in an unnatural state.

A state in which you --> human,  acknowledge (pause) how lovely it is to sink. To just be present in the drowning sound.

It is when our mind is deeply quiet that we realize how beautiful life is. It is when the outside world seems to hush that we realize the loudness of our living.

That summer the wind blew my soul. It blew me to the minds of the good. It blew me to the arms of comfort . I let go of the string that connected me to the floor and asked the wind to guide me towards the door. I no longer listened to the voices that would make my head spin. I forgot what day or month it was... I was simply living, but in the way us humans are not programmed to live, not a typical work day, but a typical carefree day. I just simply forgot time.

Even numbers _even numbers
No one chooses odd~ they can’t be split in 2
See, the odd will be lonely forever.. while the even will find love.
We only appreciate those who can give to society.
Go away you odds.
2-4-6-8 who do we appreciate ?
Even people even people


Even during math we are haunted by our deepest fears.