Dreaming In Day-Glo

I want the world to shine the way it was supposed to, when I knew me and I knew you.

When I understood what ‘love’ meant and smelled ground diamonds like they were as precious as the salt of my soul.

I wish I could live in that time and allow myself to understand everything the way I was supposed to.

I found her letter wrapped in a tie-dyed bandanna soaked in white powder, wedged in between the gun she used to shoot up the building where I slept and the guitar she broke in half.

She lay on the bed with her shirt open and her shoes bloodied.

It had been hard, I could tell.

But she didn’t look dead.

 

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