sometimes

life is like reading kihae. slow. random. balloons and cotton candy. then raindrops. a dramatic bang on the piano keys. then silence. an icy old hand gripping your heart. fingernails scratching. then a soft but empty bed. a lone key in the bowl. the teddy bear sitting quietly in the corner. dust at the sides of the photo frame.

 

and faded colors of a rainbow once so brilliant and beautiful.