Sometimes I am a riot of color
and other days a mottled grayscale
with dashes of slate blue
But most often I settle between the two
a melange of unsaturated colors dotted with radiant hues
the weight of my fears and sorrows
fading beneath shimmering pockets of joy
color
a drop of paint on the floor
how does anyone perceive the world
with its painfully vivid colors
neons and primaries
acres of wildflowers
auroras and galaxies
a blistering explosion of the spectrum of light
how does anyone see such glory
and not collapse
under the weight of it?
Cassie Writes 