Orange boy

There once was a little boy who had a pumpkin. He loved it because it was orange. It was orange because he loved it.

It was orange.

He was orange.

They are orange because they love orange.

But somewhere along the road the pumpkin started changing. It was no longer orange.

The boy was sad because the pumpkin had changed but also sad because he was still orange.

Orange.

Orange.

We all want to be the same color, fit the same mold, be together forever.

But people change.

Colors change.

People move on and choose different things.

We aren’t the same color.

I am not orange.

And you, you aren’t even orange anymore.

I don’t even know who you are.

I don’t know you.

I don’t know you.

Fuck.

This sucks.