Technicolor Dream Life

All I see is colour. They live in me!

Swirling,

merging,

becoming one.

They say this makes grey.

Maybe.

Maybe.

In my world; it blends.

Blending, Blending.

Co-creating colour wheels of infinity.

Every nuance, every angle of every colour.

Alive. Breathing. Being.

But.

This is work you know.

To not be,

Black. White.

or Grey.

The world has tried to squish these colours from me.

Tried to tell me to be Grey.

It’s more acceptable, they said.

Well perhaps acceptable is not for me?

There must be more to me than Grey.

So I added water, threw in some seeds and asked the universe to guide me.

It wasn’t easy.

I watered, and tended.

Disappointments happened.

Nothing grew.

Or

Greys bloomed.

I plucked and pulled.

Working, working.

Weeding, weeding.

Watering, Watering.

Then one day they grew.

Crowded the Greys away.

The colours, they were life-altering

Beautiful

Breathtaking

Awakening.

They grew large, and loud and proud.

They taught me the meaning of life.

They taught me

how to love,

to dance,

to be free

...

Some days though?

It’s not easy.

Some days.

I only see Grey.

Some days.

It’s hard.

It’s hard to not get lost there.

The places where I can’t even remember the colours at all.

The

Fear,

Sadness,

Decay,

Fills into all the cracks

...

But Then

...

I remember!!

Water and tend.

Plant more seeds.

Pluck and weed.

Water and tend.

Every

Single

Day

This is the only way

the colours always stay.