i love coffee, vanilla to be exact
i hate sundays, but mondays arent much better
i love when i stick my arms out and ride my bike, and just want to scream.
i love wishing that i was invisible, just enough to scream
i hate when my room is messy
i hate cleaning it
i love sunflowers,
and feeling a certain color each day.
but no one knows that every color for me means something,
orange is for feeling free,
red is so deep in melancholy, and the bittersweet, so very bittersweet throws of love and how to think and feel.
and purple is dreaming, and happy
and so on an so forth.
i love when it thunderstorms
i love when the sunshines
i hate when it just rains for days,
but love to play in it at night.
what storms are like in my sleepy little universe, and how i feel unstoppable.
no one could touch me, no one can protect me. and i like it that way.
i love sleepy white boy kitty
i love the cat returns,
i love more things than i hate
i love pictures of feet, and smoke curls,
and cursive writing, and more than anything,
just dreaming and dreaming.....