you paint me red
with your bristles
and tickly stanza's
of old keys
and doors that
could love them
you print me
on blank paper
now i'm bigger than me
bigger like you
tuck me in the cream
pages of your book
and carry me
and I'll be so pleased
bursting inside
like tiny starry fireworks
that will never
that will never
be swallowed into
empty space
or open sea
-starflowerandindigo
woke up to the sound of rain. warm with my electricblanket. cream cheese and rosemary with my breakfast. danced around the kitchen to taylorswift. wonderful start to my saturday*
just wrote jo's birthday letter. and now we're going to crash M's game-watching. yay friendship*enchantedhappy xoxo
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