a shoebox for a chest cavity, and a kaleidoscope for a soul
that would reflect its light back at me.
Depending on the day, she shone different colors.
She had a handful of favorites that she kept locked inside her cupboards.
She’s got drawers in her stomach,
yeah she knows how to swallow her pride,
but it get compartmentalized in the crawlspaces,
and builds up inside.
She says she’s fine, but she lies,
so she keeps sunglasses on to try to hide her eyes.
And at night, she stays out of the shadows –
it’s one of the only times that her true color shines."
— Levi The Poet (Kaleidoscope)
And I don’t have all the answers, and I don’t know all the plans.
I just wanted to tell you that you’re beautiful, I think you’re lovely,
I think I know love that loves the unloving."
— Levi Macallister, “Kaleidoscope” (via a-sky-so-pristine)