Templates

When my thoughts are defeating and my pain and agony are the only things that are seething. I write them down, using templates of colorful words and metaphors. In search of finding myself somewhere a little more bright, vivid and wonderful. I paint the world of pure blackness that I wish to leave and do what I can to cover it up with the love that I bleed. I let the words flow out like rivers of toxic brown muck until I can filter them out to the crystal clear blue waters of worlds that I wish to explore. Where the skies are no longer grey and where my soul no longer feels so frayed. Then sometimes I choose to paint on canvas with the brush strokes of my anger and abstract madness. So that I can leave a trail of crumbs of where I have been and how far I have come. The colors no longer as dull and the anxiety no longer able to make me succumb. I rise above that wretched crimson world to a place with amazing sapphire skies. That's when I can feel the warmth of it and let myself bask in it. That place where I am no longer alone and afraid. Where my world is no longer black and dismayed. It's that awesome world filled with love like a psychedelic haze.