Color is Pride: True Colors.
You are a Prism
There was a time I tried convincing myself this life was black & white
I believed my uncertainty was a burden I was destined to overcome
I thought maybe, maybe if I kept running
One day it’ll all make sense
All the things I liked in a box Saved for that one special moment
That one special day
When all the things I didn’t know finally added up
And I realized
This life wasn’t built to know it all
Rather the gift you may ask, was there all along
It is the unknown that motivated me to open my eyes
All the things I didn’t understand were all the things that lead me to where I am
You are your own guide
With your own aspirations and the wholehearted essence to be you
Lean into the things you don’t know
This life, our emotions - they are a constant ebb & flow
We were never meant to stay the same
Whether our questions are left unsaid or unanswered- has never been the purpose of this game
After all, the world in color is even more beautiful through what is
My own broken glass.
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