Pink. Teal. Grey.

I want dark nights and bright days

I want to be the moon, lonely. Detached. Cold.

I want to be the sun, burning. Shining. Thriving.

I want to be happy, the kind that's infectious

I want the grief. I want to mourn.

I want pink days and days that are teal colored.
I want grey days heavy with melancholy. 

I want to live life like it is supposed to be lived.
Like someone who's unafraid. Brave. Stupid. Innocent. 

I want to be all those things and nothing.

I want to be invisible, nothing.

I want to be the center of the universe. 

What I want are extremes and everything in between. The highs, the lows, the plateaus.
I want life. And all of it's epiphanies. All of it's scars and all of it's smiles.

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