part past, part fiction.

“In real life I am daffodils. I am a morning dew. I am the laughter of children. I am the smell of freshly baked bread. I am the postman’s cheery, “Good morning.” I am the yelp of a puppy, free from the microwave. I am chicken fed corn. I am the grateful twinkle in your grandmother’s eye as you reverse the tractor off her legs. I am sugar, spice, and all things nice. I am the click of an empty chamber when it’s your turn at Russian Roulette. I am hope, love, mankind, the world. I am everything. It’s called Lithium, by the way, if you’re interested.”