Roads to Our Palette

The orange hue shines and absorbs me into its chaotic aftermath. Stars align with others to pave the path for the fallen ones… One day shall come when I’ll be fading my colours too. A definite of grey I’ll shine

To be an absolute I’ll have to be an Absolute. A sure tick. Versace or Gucci might parade down my closet room. It ain’t the proof for me to bloom. Or to have a tag that labels me a successful crimson.

To fade into grey I should attribute the wilderness of other colours and as I blend in the lilac sky so shall the others It is honesty that cries above dishonesty. With deep Army Green voices. But, who dies and comes back to life? A share load of No Colours!

I whisper every day and night with soft music and unbalanced Rhythms, I play. To ears of my own I soothe a teal and to the eyes I leave a Royal Red.

To those dark clouds, I wish for rains to cast shadows of rainbows. And to the future sun to shine. I sit back and relax with thoughts still running down those unlocked doors. Up and down as they run making creaking and freaking noises. I shiver.

Some days wish to have stars colliding into fireworks, an outburst of joy. Those days shall come when sinking the foot in with a pair of spectacle eyes, not mine, may calm the nerves.

Smiling away with your colour of a Tyrian Purple I’d make a manuscript that’d be named Voynich 2. -SU