how is it that some days you go to bad at night in such a calm and good mood and get up the next morning feeling that the grey layer over your head is simply too thick to even start batteling with it?
I eat furry kiwis and juicy oranges. drink brown cocoa and make loads of colourful soups to think grey is only a background.
before I dressed, before I even drank my morning coffee, I took all of the reds, greens, violets, blues, all of the cheerful patterns out of the wordrobe and started cutting new bags. I made myself a rainbow-umbrella to pretend grey is only a background.
oh, oh anxiety, is it you who mixes back with white?
-oh
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