The opposite of tender, a bright, royal blue, mockingly dances and laughs at the edge of silver in the Sun’s bright yellow reflection. It intertwines with silky, light orange colors, forming a marble of colorful sensations. The Sun goes away, taking the oranges and leaves the silver and the tender dancer. Missing the brightness, loneliness soon washes over the dancer, and in comes the swirl of tender loneliness. This streak of a matte, light lavender paint, violently and suddenly ruins the shininess of the silver with one stroke. Because the silver is now unsettled, you decide to look for something new. Stepping away from the silver lining, underneath peace. You start to hear the sound of an unplugged acoustic concert in the woods, ricocheting with the sharp rustle of leaves in the background. Walking towards the music you tiptoe through the Valley of Happiness and you find a single flower that looks pink in some lights and looks white in others. Picking it up, you smile as you place it into the same burnt, orange box that you had placed the past. Holding on tight, you daringly jump into the present and land on a giant, golden, squishy mushroom. Feeling light, you open your box and toss sadness to the wind, it returns as the color that little kids use when they draw rain. You pick up the gray/blue piece and fit it into the box, remembering the sad times but leaving them just as that: memories.