my little baby world.

well, marching band has begun in earnest.


and that's all i have to say.
my life is very boring.
so i will talk about my own little world that i made in my head.

it is a tiny island. a black-and-white island under a bright orange sky, surrounded by rainbow ocean. i live there. sometimes in solitude. my friends show up at exactly the right moments, always.

my island world is covered in black-and-white trees. of course. everything that was there before me is black-and-white. everything made by me is whatever color it decides to be. there are even a few rainbow leaves tossed onto my grayscale trees.

it is always warm. unless i get tired of the warm and decided i want it to snow. then my rainbow ocean freezes over and little flakes of cold rainbow fall over everything.

it generally grayscale rains from the bottom of my island. unless i decide i want rain, then it falls on me. the drops are black-and-white, but their little splashes are vibrant color.

in my world, everyone understands themselves completely. but they understand no one and nothing else. because in my world, there is no need for understanding. things just are, and they are good.