i’ve always been a being mesmerized by the clouds. swooning at blue, and adoring every other color too. but the sky is never green where i’m from. a color sacred to thumbs that specialize in growth, but it’s the sky that gives me hope, teaching me to fly, float, and learn as i go. yet the fields remind me of you, so i pray that you grow at least two miles tall so i never have to fall to tell you that you are my favorite color too.
serious – Stories by Noelle
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