Yellow.
I spent most of the night staring at my wall wondering how the fuck to describe yellow.
I spend a lot of time thinking about yellow things but I have no way to describe them other than the fact that they, are, yellow.
Then I think of how yellow feels instead of what it looks like. Eliza could care less about seeing it, she wants to feel it.
So the real question is; What does yellow feel like?
So what does yellow feel like?
That's what will keep me up the rest of the weekend.
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