He stood quiet in a room full of energies 

Surrounded by nonstop noise

Split face came of knowing too much 

Suspicious yet hopeful of some  

He liked cotton candy and the color pink

He also craved darkness 

when playing hide and seek 

Always in searching for the unknown

He decided that stillness could help him hear

What he’s been searching for all these years

He didn’t understand then

Till he met a man named Shen 

Who he would sit beside in silence

So he was able to look outside of himself

Instead of getting lost inside of himself 

emptying himself becoming of birth

He realized the missed connection

Was with himself this whole time. 

The sky speaks of hope, the sky shows of uncertainty. I look up, I look down. Both ways go a long way, both ways show your destiny. The ground gives you arrows of direction, the ground gives you a path of chance or self destruction. Sometimes you love, sometimes you hurt. There are days you choose to see the good in people, there are days you decide to push the good away. You’ll wake up with hope, you’ll wake up full of doubt. In your mind you float of colors, in your mind you drown of empty words. One day you’re alive, one day you’re dead. The end. 

My melancholy where are you? It’s been a while friend. I’ve been feeling joyful lately and it feels strange. Something about this feels false like an earthquake is going to happen any second but deep down you know it’s not. Anywho, what I’m trying to say is that I miss you. Your softness that makes my body feel like water melting away in sweet sound of sad. I wanna hug you because you feel familiar. You’re like moonlight even when the sun is out and something about that reminds me of a slow dance. You make me feel like I’m constantly living and dying at the same time which you understand so dearly that I don’t even have to explain myself. You always made it a safe place to indulge in the melodies that make my eyes cry, I thank you for that. It’s Tuesday night, it’s raining outside my window and I’m thinking of you. 

“Do you know the colors that live inside of you?” Id wanna say pink, purple, yellow and green but all I feel is a beige. Something is bland internally and I wonder if it has to do with the fact that I am blind. I’ve never seen colors but when people speak of the bright ones that describe joy and love it reminds me of her.

I met Darcy during a rough time in my life. I was out on my own and had to figure out my way around the world with a stick. I remember sitting on a bench and someone sat next to me who smelled of happy. I turn my head but obviously couldn’t see who it was but said you smell like you have it figured out. She started laughing saying that is the best and false compliment I have ever heard in my life. She then went on to tell me why it was false. She said I am an optimistic person and see the best in people however sometimes they disappoint and represent darkness in a world full of beauty, hope and colors.

I forget that there are two types of a person which is an honest one and a liar meaning they don’t know themselves enough to be of truth. I used to be that way till I shut off the noise and accepted the fact that we are here simply to just love even the ones who don’t have colors in them. Then she said something that changed my life, “you see the thing is colors can change if you want them to.” It’s as simple as that. While telling you this story I just remembered everything is a practice. I just shifted to the color yellow.