I feel like I've been on mute for far too long. All the colour drained out, like undersaturated photographs from the 80's. That's what I've been doing now. Looking at pictures of my parents when they were young and full of oxygen and dreams, wishing I'd known them then. Reading the Penguin Book of American Verse instead of writing long overdue essays, eating junk food and watching too many movies. I want fireworks. Colour and Emotion and Excitement - all capital letter madness. Watermelon seeds and frozen ice Saturdays, sticky taxi seat leather and hot red dust raindrops. Cold beer at corner kiosks, 3 a.m, neon blue lollipops and blackened feet.
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