Thinking of the colors. And rain. Banana bread. Demons. And your face.
If I was going crazy, would I know it?
Sneak up like lightening through soft purple clouds trying to hide the expanse of sky so you don’t trip falling up.
Yesterday, the sky was blue and deep. The day before, it was a red thing, hung low and close. Bloody bed sheets god forgot to bleach. I had to crouch, walking out the door.
I await the sky tonight. I pray it isn’t purple and that it finds you safe.
If she was lost, would you tell her?