Yesterday, my dreams offended you, and the whole world slid away as I tried to prove that they were not as black as my hands suggest. Success! a groovy friend found perhaps? no, I was mistaken. Maybe it was on the train, crooked pylons planted in the Hudson’s banks, or it could have been on a plane, stupid meteoric denial of thanks. All I know now, is as much as this fool might ever resist, those dreams today are full of Hazel hues: I Love You, Galaxy Groove.

Oh! Hazel Nut belongs to galaxygroove.deviantart.com/ fyi