White wisps of nothing floating through the air, quickly turn to harsh drops of witch-melting water. Pelting instead of drifting.

How funny that they change just as quickly as sensations coursing through the brain. Hope, wonder, and awe shift to helplessness, melancholy, and gloom.

I’m still trying to find the rainbow.

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