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How I grew into being pink

By alex rutilePublished 5 years ago 2 min read

LIFE CANNOT BE SILENCED.

in the midst of all the violence, while prying eyes sought lies against your highness, I saw kindness in their mindlessness,

I felt every ounce of anger, misguided moral, gram of contempt, add a pinch of sorrel for a recipe that serves only to fuel internal quarrel.

But there was still care behind that glare, and I felt it, in spite of how unfair and unjust they had judged my lust, how with a thousand paper cut insicions they chastised my visions and left my love bleeding… gasping… wondering WHY?

Why did I get it so wrong?

Like infinite voices singing this ancient song, the love flowed through me, so potent, so strong,

And I believed in the hype...

Like the stories weaved while we sleep deep in the night, where clipped wings are still gifted flight, and come daylight,

I was right, there...

ready to declare that my love for everything was fair and true...

Not based on a system check of who's who, Are you coming up or just passing through, do you get what its about and know how we do?

No... I don't... never have... not interested...

See, since I was a young kid, I could feel every weakness, through life situations I slid, by being whatever you wanted was how just how I lived,

And it hurt people... this constant metamorphosis born out of fear...

cos I paid lip service to the most insincere, in spite of not feeling right, choked, as my words came out sounding trite, pinching my vibe like a thief in the night - And in hindsight… this is where journey of Pink began, knowing those roads I chose where footprints are frugal was never mapped out by google.

And in a true state of superposition, I could be all things that I dared to dream and think, the quantum entanglement that births the authentic Pink, floating point systems that became my abode, this is where I found the source code around which the Pink node could sync.

And now life is loud, cos my mind is now processed in qu-bits, simultaneously apprehending events that prove, that a paradox is a true gift for whom the shoe fits.

inspirational

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