A Countdown to G-Day: Day 7

Rainbows like to lie. If you so much as look at them, they will come barging in your house and fill your ears with obvious deceptions. And they will stay for days, and will expect you to treat them like they were royalty. There is a saying about them. They eat and eat and steal and steal and they take and take everything you have. When they leave you'll be all alone. And that saying is quite true. But you will never complain, because rainbows are the closest you will ever get to something beautiful. And you will let them lie, and you will let them devour your food, steal your belongings, and take everything that's left of you to take. And when they leave, you will be an old husk of yourself; a ghost, an old and thin ghost, one that is left wanting, waiting, for the Rainbows. Seldom do they come back. But when they do, they will never leave you. And you wait and wait and harbor all your hope on that chance. Maybe you'll get it. Maybe you won't. Most likely you'll die alone, on the old and dusty wood that you once called your floor. But let this be known: every day spent with the Rainbows are the happiest days of your life. And every day spent waiting for the Rainbows to come back are infinitely happier than any day you've ever spent before meeting the Rainbows. And even if you physically die alone, you never feel alone, and that's in a good way. Rainbows like to lie.