Remember that time of the angry anxious skittles. They were scattered across the white playing field of keys; with all those ******* letters that could spell anything they wanted. Kind of like my mind. What was yours spelling? Lets get food. Real food. Mine was more along the lines of kiss me please, or did that already happen. Those ******* skittles, which I hate the word, embodied our beings. The green jealousy of what those letters could spell. The angry red of which I wanted to do and be. The ******* orange, my fiery passion to jump and collide and the keys to spell NOW and LUST. The stupid yellow that would spell LOVE because that’s what it was. It just wasn’t bright enough against that ******* computer to stand out; to scream, “TAKE ME NOW or else you’ll be living your life waiting.”