The crimson lights passed by us, as we drove into the night, the cold tickling my bare feet. My brother had been tapping on the steering wheel as a familiar Tyler The Creator song played from the Bluetooth of my phone. It was a Monday evening on the 3rd of February, and I want to remember it perfectly.
Maybe it was the way my hair flew back as the windows were down, people's eyes were on me as I let the music tune their voices out. The fierce sunset hues were beginning to fade, and I felt at peace, knowing that I had nothing to care about at the time, and the only thing I had in mind was what I wanted to eat for dinner. My eyes were transfixed by the sign of the McDonald's that was nearby, and before we could even pass by it, I started to think about the first time I had tried to bite on a golden piece of chicken nugget that my mother had bought for me, and it was heavenly.
The skies turned into a deep cobalt, and the stars were beginning to appear; it was as if the world decided to be in tune with the way my soul wanted to be, at peace, while the world was in chaos, but I didn't have to care. Just for a moment, my eyes were beginning to close, and it felt like I had known to live in rage my whole life, only to be introduced to the beauty of tranquility.
I think I've been living okay so far, and I think I have a long way to go. The colors that go past my eyes won't faze me, as someone who has seen darkness for most of her short life, I'm waiting on the light to turn green now.
– "Colors", February 5
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PoesíaLetters about the highs and lows of my seventeenth year of life. [EXPLICIT CONTENT, possibly. Please read this at your own risk. If you are struggling with your own personal stuff, please do not hesitate to seek out for help. My dms are always open...
