White light bathes frothy waves crashing into the shore, illuminating a continuing Domino Effect, while the heavens pour out a storm. Pellets of rain like clusters of fireflies under lamps, landing onto the steps leading to sand and water, almost as if you can catch them. In a way, you can, if you let them soak you. Soak, not clean, because rain is no longer pure and who knows, the acid could eat into your body. But stay, stay until it washes the surface, till you feel it is enough. The sea sings notes discordant, made more so by the rain pattering onto concrete, into sand, into water and albescent froth.

The water sings to you.

Pink

So she paints her nails a celebratory candy pink, and shows it off to herself under bright chandelier lights. It's difficult to choose, how to look at it. Under the white light, or yellow-orange. Tough decision, for such a pretty colour. And this is special, it makes her feel like a princess, with liquid cotton candy on her nails. She can't stop looking at it, tear her eyes away from it. It lifts up her spirits. It makes her want to don those rose tinted shades (again) and run around painting the town red, run wild. Clear her mind, and let the colours explode until she feels like the end of a rainbow waiting to be discovered.

She wants to feel happy again. She wants to live in a bubble too.

"It twinkles in the moonlight, you see?" she said, holding her little trinket close to her heart as she pranced around. He looked at her, puzzled, and shook his head.
"But of course," continued she," How should you understand. You've never had one, have you?" carefully testing the water before she dipped her feet into it and sat down next to him.
"I'd share with you, but it's precious, so precious. precious, precious, precious." And all the while, he smiled at her giddiness, upon finding that tiny piece of silver that shone in the moonlight.

The good part of this typhoid thing is, I can sleep through days without really having to wake up.
Except that it's wearing off now.

Rise and shine, welcome back to the nightmare.

"I'm never going to cut you out of my life."

Liar.

And suddenly it's too cold for me to stay anymore. You're too cold.

I will close my eyes and wish upon oblivion.