You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew.
I am currently reading Wasteland by Francesca Lia Block and it is as intoxicating as all her other books. I enjoy getting inebriated in Miss Block’s words and Wasteland is a delicious read.
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