In preparing to ride a train of thoughts to a space of code, with rules by which I’ll only act in ‘good’ feeling, the breaths I take spark words to share in peaceful mode. Unpredictably I write as our stories unfold—bringing another reader to a space they momentarily see told.
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Sunday, December 8, 2019
This is the color I become when needing to succeed.
The color I woke up in I trust was fair—I believe.
Colors are vibrations like the emotions we seek.
The color I am is not the same when weak.
A mellow mood for the others who assume I’m rude.
My dog watches the bums like she would any other dude.
Our vibrations have a color we can’t see.
If I could teach the world, I’d allow my colors to blind the sky, then breathe.
Because it isn’t blue; nor is the sun yellow you foo’…
It’s all subjective, contextual and relative.
My love is protective.
A meaning for the respective.
First 44 and missing a 4.
An angel I patiently wait for.
The color of love has no hue.
It’s the smile you submerge beneath you.
Waiting to be one with you.
Here it is via emoji if words don’t do it for you…😊
At least I answered a thought I first couldn’t prove to you.