The Splendour of Colour

Colour gives life vibrancy.

It is the colour of our ancestors.

It is the colour of nature, that caresses the eyes.

Everyone has one.

You are recalling yours right now.

I have lived my life colourless.

Comforted by darkness, it was my solace.

I'd removed every shade away from my body.

I could not tell whether my eyes were open or closed.

I became a master of stillness and illusion.

I could pull the veil over those around me.

But each time it would get heavier.

Her love will live within me forever, a mother's love is like a temple of motherly affection. The flame will burn bright.

Live your life son, be who you want to be and do it with pride.

She was my protector, she is a part of me.

Boys like blue.

Girls like pink.

Who made this rule?

My mother colored me with all the colours.

Thank you, for letting this little boy feel free and become mesmerized by Dorothy's ruby slippers.

Once again I began to colour my life. I floated away from my inky dark fortress and could see in colour.

The splendour of colour.

My new sight, the amorous glance.

I stare up at the sky for a short time once a day and again at night.

Try it.

In the morning I see the colours of myself, my dreams, possibilities.

At night I saw the colours of my lamentation for the man in Brooklyn. The glowing moon has been wiping those tears.

I breathe in colour.

I feel in colour.

I love in colour.

It is never to be neglected.

Embrace it.

Who says girls have to like pink and boys have to like blue?

Life is too exhilarating to use just one colour.

So go out, live, love, cry, learn, connect and let as many colours run into your life as possible.