The Other Side (geetrick)

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She isn't here to see it.

I smiled.

I don't know where she is. I expect to appear in my lap like she does.

The Colorless World can resemble to real world sometimes. I remember that when they force out into the fenced in open air.

My eyes close and I let the air soak into my skin. It's grey but it reminds me of home.

This world is blue and maybe grey.

I feel like I've ever read the Purple though my legs are grounded here. I feel the purple around me. I hear it.

The white of the star pokes through and shines, intertwined in the wool of the purple sky. I can only bask in its glory.

I miss my angel.

This world's beauty is nothing without her.

She is the beauty.

Perhaps it comes from her.

Is she the purple? What is she?

"What is she?" I whisper as my eyes try to captures the age I've the Purple shining through the Colorless night.

"I love her."

She's not here.