Kylie Bingel

Clouds are words, drifting from our lips, some hurdling in the wrong direction. Clouds have a tendency to mask the truth, if you did not know. They cover the planets, the sun, the stars, the moon. I've come to conclusion that he is the sun, the words I speak are the clouds, the words I write are the stars, and I, myself, am the darkness surrounding. Maybe you are Mars, Jupiter, Mercury, or Venus. You dance in the distance and watch this chaos break loose around you. You know my world just as well as I do. I do not know your's, however, because I have never set foot on a rocket, but maybe you could help me work up the courage to do so. Maybe the sun isn't as important as I thought it to be, and maybe I must learn to make the best of the dark. Maybe Mars is meant to be my home, or Venus, Mercury, or Jupiter.

Hello :) I live in the USA and my favorite color truly depends on my mood and the weather. I love pajamas, cherries, poetry, all animals (except spiders and centipedes), and talking to strangers! 

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