Pastel's have left their fine dust embedded under my finger nails.
My thumb has turned a pretty green colour, and my index finger is a slightly yellow shade.
This all reminds me of being 15.
Pulled back hair and leggings on, sitting crossed legged;
I loose myself completely in the thoughts of a mad man, chalk in hand.
This makes me feel free.
I had forgotten all about this.
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