Feb. 21, 2004 @ 1:32 a.m.

They’ll never prove that I only dream in color because I am convinced that I see you in 16-bit, 256 million, living color every time I peer into your eyes. Holding conversations through iris in brown and green, blended with a touch of blue and slivers of yellow. Our eyes like to dance, isn’t that romantic? Hold me hold them, squeeze, but gently, please.