True colors

I am always defined by the colors I can see. I wake up searching for the blues and all the reds which bring out the life in me. I smile to the yellows, and the greens remind me of the paths I now take while taking myself to long walks, where even the trees have a different shade. I have learned to watch the leaves closely, the blueish drizzling water, all the little animals in browns with different stripes. I am filled with even more stainghth, now that I understand the importance of knowing the difference between a colourful life and a pale one.

Colors are like music, they inflate my heart and make me move slow or fast, but always determined and wild. I can see them in your green eyes and I have them back when you look at me. Colours change my will to create, so I paint every canvas, getting all my brushes dirty, my hands soaked in warmth with every bit of floor dripped by colourful drops. Colors remind me of the reason why I am here, in this vast and colorful planet. Colors feed my creative vein, that´s why I make “your” life even better.

I am alive because I can see every colour inside and out. I dress my words with reds and purples so they never go unnoticed and never get tired of sharing how bigger and brighter my soul has become. I am strong because I never stop coloring my thoughts and they come bluer than the bluest of skies. I feel free because I choose the colours which define my every mood and never allow the greys and blacks to pull me down, I mix them instead and create the colors that bring up the sounds when I dance. Trust me, when I dance, all the colors mix and each and every eye points to me. Even the pinks bring out the child I still have inside, the little princess I wanted to see, living a life of big dreams which I could make be. The oranges I love to eat, sipping the juices of the finest fruits and at night going back to sleep, conforted by all the things I was given to see. I go around in my white dress, it flies free, showing the best of me. I never stop smiling because that´s the only way to have all the smiles back to me.

Colors are the spice of my world, so I always have it tasty enough to feed myself with what really matters. I was painted with a mix of colors and represent them well. The minute I was born, nothing around me would have be torned, not because I keep everything tight, glued with all different colors, because with colours I live bright. There is nothing wrong with wanting to believe, that the ones who are able to see, and choose to see everything that is, are powerful and lucky enough to actually be. Being around, knowing exactly what to reach, and practising what we preach, by living a life filled with warm suns but accepting the coldest of white winters, knowing they will eventually leave, bringing back the flowers and the leaves, fighting each other for the best colors to be.

I am this woman, the one you can see in colors, with many layers of warmth and transparent skin, soft and smooth, bathe by the laughs and every smile I gather from the colors within. I am this woman, one good enough to know, simply because I never leave out the rainbow in me and from where all the colors flow.