Wednesday, November 06, 2013


It’s funny how glitter doesn’t make me happy anymore, 
even when it is falling from the sky. At night sometimes,
you can see it better. But at night I am eating ice cream,
and it is covered with sprinkles, and they make me happy.
Sprinkles do something. Sprinkles do something to me.
Glitter does something, but I do not know what. One 
thing I know about myself is that I have to know what.
I have discovered what makes me happy. I do not know 
who makes me happy. Sometimes I think: if only I could 
meet the woman who first dreamt of sprinkles, at night.

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