Mood 8
“The Year long scream, she started and couldn’t stop…
Till summer would come to melt her bones, break her voice, she’d stay screaming. Tired of questioning, she turned chaos. Joy tinged chaos. Chaos tinged joy. Neon lights looked prettier than candles those days. Once upon a time, a soft, sun girl turned metal and rust. She took her tan skin to the boxing ring and made iron of herself.
She decided to shake off any lasting habits of slipping into shadows and staying silent, so she stopped shrinking and frightened those who had settled in around her. She started breaking dawn every morning and all the sleepyheads looked alarmed, but she didn’t care if they shrunk in her sight. She’d been stopping for far too long, so she forgot their sensitive eyes and maybe lost a couple sleeping soulmates along the way.
-E.M.G.
Listen.
If you want to hear the colors of this mood, here is the playlist that sounds like paint on your skin. Mood 8 is rust and neon. It is having a friend turn out to be something less than and making bad decisions that you don’t think will harm anyone. It’s dancing with strangers and yelling out a car window.