You are my blue crayon,
the one I never have enough of.
The one I use to color my sky.
a.r.asher
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It's like i'm in a bubble. And I don't want it to pop.
Atlas leads me back down the trail, the climb easier now since we are not going up. And true to his word, he takes me to place after place. Beautiful scene after scene. And kisses me at each one. At the garden, the place filled with bursting flowers and winged butterflies, it was a light peck. Just something so that he could keep his word to me. Then he surprised me with a waterfall, leading me around to a trail that showed a roar of water as it cascaded down- thundering in its need to reach the bottom. That kiss was longer. After the waterfall came a small playground. I was overwhelmed by then. I could tell I wasn't there in t
