Friday, August 06, 2010

And so the street lights felt like little bulbs.
Constantly reminding her to snap back. Back to reality.
Like how she likes to count each and every single one.
Speckled statued air. Like magic dust in fairytales.
Like rainbows back when she was young.
Appearing just after a downpour.
Remembering how much those eyes of hers sparkled.

In her world. Just her thoughts.

--Bunny


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