Floating through the trees you are, mind a medley of madness.
Those harsh sun rays hit your eyes, you don't wince but accept it with a smile of contentment. It
Makes you stronger, the sun is too beautiful for us to see but you can if you try. Too much of it though will harm you because beautiful things have to come in moderation. You continue to stare at it like you've caught someone's eye from across the room and you can't break the stare. You dart away for a second and see azure polka dots everywhere- you are burning a hole on your cornea.
You close your eyes, how beautiful you are when you do that. A sort of black purple red takes over. Our polka dotted friends are here but when you try and look directly at them they hide. Once something so beautiful is gone its hard to find it again.

I'm attracted to people who prove me wrong and who challenge my thought.