CRAYZAY

Cray wishes one couldn't feel so many different ways at once. You can want it but not, and love it with all your heart and want to be free of it. Inside the mind of Cray, there are tornadoes. Cliffs. Great falls and caves dark like black and white bad dreams...you have them often enough and wake up feeling guilty, because they're dreams that make you feel terrible. One can't hear a thing in those nightmares, but awake now Cray hears everything. Cray sees all the strange things around and wants to be a part of all things strange. Cray is a plug with a million sockets, Cray is vanilla ice cream and the world is candy chocolate nuts driving Cray crazy. Fucking loopy. Do you feel like you're in love Cray? The world is so pretty. Cray feels like it's a walk in the park, a garden with gorgeous tall trees and flowers. The trees are so strong, so supportive. They will always be there. Cray touches a metaphorical mind-tree and feels safe underneath in the brain-shade. The flowers wink. They are pretty and flirtatious but they die so quickly. The sun'll burn you crisp when you sit out and touch the flowers for too long, but don't try to crawl back to your tree. They're jealous things and they won't tolerate your promiscuous garden travels. Cray will stay next to the trees and carve a name in them but will always remember what flowers smell like. They smell so nice.