those memories from her mind
and thought to herself that maybe
love is just a rumor that
God started long ago
and the stars just sit back
brightly and laugh at how
silly humans are.
Life is always colourful, emotions take on different colours. Colours say a lot about about you! People bleed emotions and colours help them. When you are happy, you will put on a bright yellow, or an orange or maybe green. When gloomy, you’ll naturally go for darker shades, a blue which is almost black, or maybe grey which defines your wounds are fresh.
Too much pain have different language, depression have different expression, a bipolar rambler will choose black, pitch black. A schizophrenic will choose strokes of dark colours in black, which eventually makes it chaotic.
“But all the colours will agree in dark”, she said. Because she knew dark the best.
A beautiful thought it is. Often we think it has no end, the pain you feel, the way it hurts and the way it churns your insides, and makes you feel nauseating. The way it contaminates your existence and makes your survival tough, it feels as if it will never end! But it does, it ends, with time it will all heal, it might take some time but it will surely heal. So hang in there, it will gradually pass.
But then when you need a ride home after a long day at work, or you want to talk to someone when you are lonely, or someone to talk to at 2am, they are too busy or they are simply not there. No I don’t want you to walk the earth for me. Not unless I am walking along with you.