My self is pink, punk, lush, plush. Deep in the neon caverns of my rebellious mind, a star studded cast of sins and malcontent. Arrange me like flowers. Prop me in the window to catch the sun and spit back out a million savory colors. Make me better than I’ve ever been. Better: adj. Softer and sweeter. Meticulously I tend my blooming thoughts. Relentlessly, memory flees.
Miniature Moon 