if i lose my keys one more time..
under the purple sky stood the short haired girl with grey eyes. unable to make a black and white distinction for far to long. i felt bad for her. when i stepped up to say that i thought she looked like an angel standing in the wind like that. she turned to me and i saw what i can describe as nothing but the most beautiful array of blues and yellows painted across her dimly lit face. i said "the sparkle in your eyes could rival stars". and she said "stars are ugly ". and on that cliche note i turned to walk away and admire from a distance. i thought of how i asked her if she painted once. and she said she paints pretty pictures on the back of her eye lids. and thats why she sleeps so much. i forgot what it was like to dream. now everytime i blink i see this image of beauty, colorful swirls of leaves dancing in the streets and she stands there too, dancing under the purple sky. i think i've lost myself again.