Typically orange, but today a sour lemon. A sour lemon, with a whisper of banana Laffy Taffy. Lucious golden locks, urine is trickling. Silent snickers 6:47, saffron horizon peeping ahead. I appear as the daffodils sprouting when the air turns to spring. However, faded. Faded ancient paper, disintegrating with every fingerprint. A flashing traffic light— slow down or speed up? Double highway lines a forcefield of sight I am scribbled on post it notes, shoved between pages sticky from August marmalade. Baby's buttons splashing in a pool of honey. AMC butter popcorn, greasy like the trusted Maybelline mascara tube.