a long soliloquy.

There is a road that goes out to the sea and then to the sky. Perhaps this place is no more than a Pandora's closet. And my mind is missing the trinkets. I have grown out of this place. The rhythms and blues indefinitely trouble the paper dolls and rhinestone days. I count the waves back in my thoughts. A hundred dawns and a cup of tea. Light sugar, please, thank you. Fly a kite up to the antioxidant skies. It all melts like lemon drops. Walk to the river and feel the water. Wait, the flowery dress cannot recite the parting words. Where it all ends is the place where roses and hot chocolate meet. I am not non-existent, I am just changed. So many words can say nothing at all. It is a tweed jacket and a walk down memory lane. I do not want to be the last to leave. Let me have my masquerade and my long soliloquy. Thank you, loves.




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