In my life as a jellybean I have been more than patient, I have lived a life packaged on a shelf in a grocery store left on a box filled with coloration. The beauty of it all is that I come from a family of rocks. Rocks are not always breakable, especially not diamond rocks.

Marni has always been on my side, green as a grass field. I still remember when fall came and turned her yellow with some gold pale strings. I on the other hand was never changed; I remained the jellybean I am waiting to be quenched.