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It is easy on my tired eyes. My brother Stefan's favorite color is yellow, which is too bright, too loud. It wears me out to even look at it. I like dark colors: green, dark reds and black. Colors that don't make demands, false promises. I'm not used to this energy, I feel like screaming. I feel like a fist fight. I feel like 6 hr phone conversations, falling in love, like wild sex, exposing my secrets and lies, joining the army. my eyes flicker too fast, I can feel butterfly wings beating in my chest. The vibrancy is back, and it's been so long, I dont know what to do with my quick hands, long fingers punching the keys. My eyes are too bright, too many emotions flooding in, breaking the dam. Warm tears slide, dry, the salt stings my cheeks. I can't stop shaking. I want to dance with you, pretty girls. Spin you. I want to put on all my jewelry, pretend I am Cleopatra, search the world for scrolls for my library, the biggest in the world, and bathe in donkeys milk. My energy, I wait for it to pass. |
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