The sun hits my eyes, but I don't see the light
The moon shines all around, but doesn't give me a fright
His laugh floats through the clouds, the sound is so clear
But my self conscious tells me to get back down here
I look up once again into the sky above, as I lay on the pavement and hum
His happiness still resonates through my brain
I only hear and feel him, but I'm not insane.
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colorless
PuisiIn this instant, I see it all so clearly; while colors are such a vivid asset in his book of pictures, I have realized that the reason I do not fit in this title is because I am simply devoid of color. I am c o l o r l e s s. I am nothing but slathe...
