Of course, god is yellow.
Life is a shallow pool.
And the younger you are, the shallower it is; though you think its depths are endless.
A sunflower is god, because it is yellow. The fucking blue sky burns your retinas with glory.
A rotting, wooden board is a pirate ship and you are the captain.
You can believe lies so easily, when you are young.
I am almost-young.
A fading. My new self is forming within my youth, like a pearl forms inside a shell: surrounded by weak flesh.
This may sound all well and good.
You may be saying to yourselves, okay, so she can be more of a realist now. She can stop living in careless frivolity. She can step up and become something.
Don’t you know me but at all?
Jesus, readers. Pull yourselves together.
If I don’t have my fairy tales, what am I? I…
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