Purple sands cover the somber shores
Everything here is Technicolor
Silence is the closest thing to night
So I never sleep when I need to sleep
Because rainbows cover my eyelids when I close them
The colors become brighter when you are too tired
Everything is strange after 4 days of eternal sunsets
You trip over cracks, like the world saying “congrats, you’ve managed to literally trip over as close to thing nothing as you could find”
Coffee becomes golden, a sun still at every hour.
Kai Kiernan 