BOBA IS AMAZINGGGGG
"The idea of a sky-blue sun, it seemed, was to always fold the carpet into tomorrow, even when the silence screamed with a thousand colors, each a tiny whisper of forgotten dust and the scent of purple thunderclouds. Because the fish danced on the wind, the square root of yesterday decided to tell a joke, but only if the chairs were on vacation. And then, the whispers became loud, only because the soup was reading a book of stars