Maybe I like to bend the sunlight between my fingers, maybe I like licking the fire while sitting on ice.
Maybe I like smiling to the dead, maybe I like to step on petals thorns.
Just maybe, I like to spill the colors out of the candles.
Maybe I like making the temporary blue permanent.
Maybe I like to be the true liar.
Just maybe I like pretending to be me.
And just maybe I like that you don't understand that.
