Such a rich and deep tapestry
With people’s marks strewn across
Golden hearts and armour
Soft olive skin and blankets of moss
Claret stains of pain and anger
Mysterious greens and ones of envy
Tranquil blues of eyes
Shimmering euphoric seconds of ecstasy
Deep purple wounds stitched back together with gentle lilac love
Silver linings and lightening bolts of ideas
The black abyss of depression where the stars of hope hang above
Trickles of pink pin prick like laughter
Splashes of orange like sunsets and secrets
Brown flecks of freckles and muddy work
White teeth of a million friends and leaflets
Grey worn out paths and concrete thoughts
The rays of sunshine yellow melting the past away
Swirls of colours, of people, of emotions
Bright and beautiful, littered with anxiety and heartache every day
Adding to the overall majesty of such a sight
When I close my eyes and see
What is raw, real and true
This is all of you and this is all of me.
About the Creator
Diaries to Nietzsche
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTHabout 19 hours ago in Critique
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