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[dixmondcat]

Rainbow Lit Christmas Trees

I miss the days of vintage Nike tee shirts on my dad. The days when he had hair. I would wake up early on Christmas morning, and go downstairs to see a Rainbow lit Christmas tree. There was a certain smell and feel to the clean crisp air.

The days where I would look out from my childhood bedroom window, just so I could take in the sun, noting the way each individual ray peered in. How the light looked when it bled through at that angle, is a still shot burned into my present mind.

And I hold that very light fondly. I'll never let it go.

Hindsight luxuries All things I can never get back; or rather go back to. Moving forward, all these colors are incapable of being emulated. Because the world I live in now is a dull one. Sure, it's an aesthetically pleasing one. But was it worth losing all the color? It's just now that I realize, I've been tricked.

When I moved out, I wanted all white walls. I thought it was clean. A contrast to my busy mind. The opposite of my childhood.

Well I finally obtained what I aspired for my whole life.

Yet, I find myself wanting to go back to those Rainbow lit Christmas trees.

Now all that surrounds me are white lit ones.

xx, dixmondcat