Rachel

His heart as hard as rock candy; always gloomy, ever grim; his gumdrop mountains just don’t shine and glow the way they used to. The pastel-colored range grows paler and paler every day. In a voice like the softest marshmallow air; like a million bended butter cup pixie angels; floating around a tiny panda which becomes tired, stretching back in a cotton candy happy with a litter of sparkle kittens; Peacefully adrift on and ice cream float in an ice cream sea, ten thousand nuclear rainbows will sparkle once again.