The colour falls like snow; the feeling of letting go

The Jazz Singer : The first ever talkie

Today is one of those days where you just can't help but feel great

One of those days where you want to

sing and scream

and laugh and dance

and go for walks and runs in the snow.
Where you want to call a friend

you haven't spoken too in a long time,

and get to know them again.

Today is a day where you make cupcakes

with bright blue and yellow and green icing.
Today is cut your nails short so you can grow them long again day.
Today is THE DAY.
Today is the day where we stand up

get up

get out

be colour, and fly.
Today is the day where we write a note,

fold it up,

turn it into a paper airplane,

and throw it
Today is the day you tie that note

to a ballon

and let it fly away from you.

Today is the day
where you scream everything you feel

and think,

to yourself.
And when you tell it to who you need to.
And dress bright,

wear bright makeup up,

and a bright smile,

for the bright night ahead of you, day.

Nothing wrong in the world tonight,

nothing so the matter that it can't

be fixed.
Not a thing so wrong that it can hold me down.
Not a thing I would let weigh on me.

Streetlights are spinning, the night is just beginning, and then it comes on strong. When I'm up, I can't get down.
The colour falls like snow; the feeling of letting go

Today is also a day

for bold print

nonesense

and lots of water.