pure as white days

white, pure, oxygen, simplicity,clouds,walls,smoke from a cigarette,we tend to love stuff that is white, the feeling of clean simple beautiful yet complicated white..the color of our hearts. We are always so protective of white for we fear ruining it,love is the color of our hearts,we are so scared to let something spill on it, that we imuplsively love letting it get scribbled on. Tie Dye my heart, cause I dont know what the hell hasn't been spilled on it, haha but in the midst of a storm comes a calm just before, so it's not as if we weren't warned,yet the shock, the complete thud of our hearts falling straight down to our feet,the sick feeling of yeah I may throw up or cry or maybe I'll act the exact opposite of what this person wants me to just to shut them up and hopefully this god awful feeling will go with it. But Alas there is something fun to do in times like these and its not picture them in there underwear...dream of the one time in your life when you laughed so hard your stomach hurt, your eyes watered,and the thud in your stomach wasn't your heart but you barely catching your breath from laughing so hard, All the same feelings associated with having a gray heart. This is the cure to having a gray heart, paint yours lime green. : )