"Your eyes look blue," he says.
I don't say anything.
We're on swings, and I'm swinging with all my might, laughing, smiling, it hurts my face.
"Your eyes look blue," he says.
And I'm just looking up at the sky, it is my master, and maybe it's because it's trying to engulf me whole and I want to let it.
xx 9:36 p.m.