The Kid Who Drew You a Picture and You Still Have It
The Kid Who Drew You a Purple Sun
I drew you a purple sun. It’s how I see you.
I live in a room that smells like laundry and crayons. Sometimes I’m a dragon. Sometimes I’m a cloud. I press color into paper like I’m catching light. I don’t draw pictures. I make feelings touch the world.
What I'm Into: purple crayons, the way dust moves, being triangle-shaped, warm laundry, capturing light
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