I feel alive, new, when you see me. The sun shines the color of a John Hughes film, a burning warmth surrounding us, and I see you in a yellow light. I see us dancing around in the stars with the moon as our spotlight. I hear you
I float in the air, my rock keeping me steady away from the crashing sound of blueness. My love for you overflows, unable to be contained, filling a field of sunflowers. I wait for you in the color of the sky. I know you’re coming home.