I was walking through parcels of pink matter, I saw the extensions of lost cartoons and
modified animals. Deer trapped in chrome tentacles , rather than hit by a car on the road to
our home. I saw you walking by, bringing me the unicorn with wings. Toys were spilled as
strawberry milk on the bed where the weird object was placed. I couldn't touch it alone.
Everything was lost in the allegory of your mind. Little memories tied up together by pink
lines that I sprayed. Don’t be scared, we are real together.