Our senses are overwhelmed
Too much sight, too much sound
It’s easier to simplify, to limit the spectrum to a handy acronym
In a world where things are either black or white
On or off
Right or wrong
So many miss the diverse palette hiding in the light
The fiery fuschia of the passionate ambition
The soft lilac of a quiet gentle heart
The deep navy of a restless night
The colors that you see
The variety
The brilliancy
They’re a reflection
Light bouncing back through your own filters and perceptions
Some people have spent too much time in the darkness and can only stand and blink
Unable to make sense of or process all the beautiful variety
Some have had their lenses stained and are ever after monochrome, seeing their own shadows cast over everything in front as well as behind
It’s hard to keep your perceptions open, to blink past the things that hurt or limit your vision
Some colors are shy or try to remain hidden by their more strident neighbors
I treasure my curiosity that teases out the subtler shades
Helps me look further to see how one hue blends into another
In the end, there are no sharp boundaries
The shades swirl and mix to create something wholly new
The world around, its people, their experiences, building all the colors in the rainbow
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