why can't things happen to me one at a time?



whoops again.



I stole your eyes once. I wanted to know what it would be like if I saw the way you do. I saw bright things, and I saw dark things. I put them back where I found them, because I wasn't used to so much clarity.
I want to steal your eyes again, today, because I'm much older now and I still only make my world up in visions of monochrome.