“It looks really cool until it fades though, almost like a scar.” She spoke as a dreamer does, believing that scars are what life is made of, while knowing her body didn’t hold nearly as many as it should to prover her theory, but fearing a time when it may.
She lived her life through books & song lyrics & the parts of movies that haunt you forever. She became the people she watched & read & sang along in the car about, a small childish part of her hoping this would be the only way she’d ever endure life.
But life was coming at at her with ever increasing speed & a bigger part of her sensed that soon her innocence would be lost like so many memories of her childhood already were & she would have to grow up & really face the cold hearted truths of the world without a first person narrative assuring her that in the end all would be happily ever after.
It was times like these, when she wandered into these thoughts, that she longed most for days when Kermit the Frog was her best friend & everyone she knew believed, as she still did, that someday they really would find the rainbow connection.
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