These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

- colors -

stillness
is a blackness where dwells
in repose
the vibrant purple of passion
buried deep and made hazy and vague
by grey memory.
it may take bright red pain
to get through the murkiness;
to shatter the stillness,
and bring it out again into
the white blinding light that is life.
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