still, yet so fast;
the colors fade into lighter thoughts of themselves-
pastels
held, and yet so swift become what holds
this place together-
the weather,
drifting time into time;
i am traveling over the colors
and fading into a lighter thought of myself-
laughter
and love hold me together; my colors stronger
and better,
drifting down through time
travelling over and over and living like no other.~
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