My cheeks hurt from smiling. Bits of paper, words, warm grass, and flashes. My eye twitched and a tassel may have hit it, but summer came today.

This day is a day unlike other days.

A time to celebrate the birth of so many, but I can only dwell on the death of one.

Green is the color of moss.  I once walked home with mittens in my shoes.  Toes turned to ice, buried in the spongy fabric.

There's something so great about being silly. Laughter spreads from my lips and bounces around the room louder than my voice could ever carry.

Sinking.

I need to go. Explore. Places and faces and pieces of myself.

If I had to pick a favorite color I'd say all of them.

I was never meant to have bangs.  My forehead likes the sun too.

26 letters with so many combinations but all I can think about is u.

Stale conversations, left out too long.  Growing mold on the verbs, dust forming on the commas.