Travel to me.
Crack my head open.
Can you see the layers and hues representing different aspects of bittersweet life?
You don’t have to taste it. Or try to understand it. Just hold me close when I have to walk through that colorful labyrinth.
Pull me. Hold these fingers. Don’t let go until I blurt ‘the rollercoaster is over.’
Then… let’s synchronize the victorious smiles.
If sharing is caring… Caring is serving infatuation.
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