The next night it was. It was the night I realized something I haven't quite cached all these years. How the stars let off this dim glow. Yet so bright they give the evergreen trees some touch of mint. The first thing that comes to mind. Awash. I still am on the hunt why this took me so long to find out why. It was a good time that moment. 'Cause once again, I gazed at the hot pink cotton candy clouds that float amongst the delicate periwinkle sky. My eyes made there way to the field as the lighting bugs twinkled slightly above the marigolds. Like little cars over bumpers. Just without the honking. As if a magical spell had fallen over them. Making life seem easy. Although nobody told me life was going to be easy. The next thing you know, that brain will play a cringe memory of your pants being pulled at school. This time the memory strikes differently. I remember about the note. I distract myself by looking at the dream like mist that hovers over the evergreens. Once more, my brain cannot handle. It was like I had conquered hallucinations in my head. I imagined a dark figure, only to realize. I woke up. It was all a dream. I rushed down stairs to make sure the stars had the dim glow in them, to make sure the mist was there, to make sure all the good things seemed to pop. But when I stepped out of the porch, I didn't feel grass, I felt a smooth surface. I couldn't lift my head up to see those amazing things, something was pulling me down, to look at that smooth surface. I finally brought in the braveness. It was the note.
