Some days I wake up and the world doesn’t seem as vivid as it did the day before.
The colors aren’t as bright and my optimism is half dead.
These are mostly the days after coming down from the happiness you had while killing the pain.
Watching the worst version of ****** Tunes. You’re despicable.
I’m despicable, and I laugh because although I know its definition,
the D.O.C. made it a little more difficult to relate to.
So silly, the concept of a duck and a rabbit fighting over diversion of attention.
Always fighting over something, these old cartoon characters.
My generation’s cartoon characters.
When I woke up today, the colors were lifeless.
My mother and her relentless tone. I’ll go back to bed now.
Should I while he’s asleep? To be alive, alone?
I had breakfast in bed. Herbally speaking, delicious.
The colors of the cartoons are melting off the screen and into my world.
Beautiful. Each aspect about my life blending together to create such delicate blotches.
Then there is he, sleeping sound but not always.
The brightest color of all.
It parades around him making his silhouette the most mysterious thing in view.
I want to wake him. I’ll want him to see it.
I’ll make him breakfast in bed and we can watch cartoons.
