Yellow stars in the purple sky remind me of the nights I would stare up and think about the way your eyes shine prettier than them
Orange sunlight filtering through the blinds of my window makes me think of how the sun's light doesn't compare to the way your smile glows
Uneven patterns in the stars make me wonder if your fingers are tracing the same nonsensical outlines I find in the night as if the imaginary patterns were meant to be found by us
