'ummm, this.' 'This?' 'Crayoo...' 'Cra.....' 'Huhhhh...nervous?' 'No' 'just this. This crayon and us. Isn't it we are similar to eachother. You yellow and blue me. The colours, the colours of same box which going to colour same world. You will be the yellow for the sunflower who bloom with sun and I will be the blue of the sky where sun comes. The blue sky and yellow fields. We're just above and below to eachother yet look at us, not together. The aims are same, the box we belong are same, the places are going to be are same yet we're not same for eachother. Similar but not same. Aside to eachother but not together just as sky and field.'