Colors In The Clouds
A searching of places to feel life again, in the continuance of living.
By Lynsey Stanfield Published 5 years ago • 1 min read

In the passing, for such as time;
I really felt my tears, pour me out all these years. Give to me some chance, this need in me to choose.Still my lens upon its black or white? Into the darkness or seek out its light? What focus will be my muse?
I found myself in the changing from the breakaways. The many faces of a runaway. The dyings in all our yesterdays. Wanting to make it anyway. To the places of such desertion. Amongst a gathering within the crowds. Into the space where days are lived, living. I am remembered when...
finding colors in the clouds.



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