i have a thing for pretty girls with lips and lollipops.
she smiles and it's like the sun finally comes out, and goldfish are swimming in her never-succeeding dreams.
so she goes to me for new ones.
desire builds again every tuesday night all to help her discover when and why she wants these metallic dreams to come true.
we all know she's dreaming too big, but she says don't doubt fate. let alone herself, for she has seen the bottom of the crackled ocean. and looked upon the highest height just to fall impossibly close to the sun. her home.
we all seem to forget she is sun rays in my heart shaped eyes, and she was stuck to this earth knowing what was beneath her sight.
glitter pools and candy, art to aspire the insane ones at heart who cannot stand the thought of art. dripping sounds of a ukulele. that was enough.
and so, she gave up her stunning life as light. all for this.
she does not realise its an illusion, it's not worth it.
