do you remember those watercolor dreams we spilled from fairycore quietude and wildflower breezes, when we were sixteen ? we run away to that clearing in the forest, the one with pastel green grass threaded with poppies that tasted like daydreams and lethologic sensations of faraway nostalgia and we'd watch the silky sunlight threading through the leaves to create fairy shaped sundresses. we'd ride our bikes into the forest, dirty converses treading the idyllic halcyon and in these moments we wanted to be young forever.
watercolored dreams spilling from our hazed eyes, gleaming tears mixing with nightmares and dripping over the wildflowers as we cried over the lives we wasted away. so we came here, together, to see if the totoros of our childhood existed. so we came here, with our rusted watercolor tubes of celadon sage mint emerald peridot and blue, to fade away our melancholy and to dissolve into our green watercolor dreams.
