rainbows & bluebirds

I'm the ghost of a shooting star, that glow you see from the corner of your eye flash through the night sky, leaving you to ponder, 'was that what I think it was...?'. I will not tell you my name, my age, where I reside, or even my gender, for this page is my secret love.

My spirit is split in two. The duality is distinct. One consists of frogs and snails and puppy dogs' tails, while the other sugar and spice and everything nice. The latter will exist here. I will siphon from my mind and fill this page with all the prettiness, and all the innocence... all that glitters, like light reflected prisms.

March 5, 2012 • 126 notes • u-n-w-4-n-t-e-d