Colour blindness

I am one and we are thee. Not a stranger to the colours that make us one to be.

Metamorphosed from the same carbon atoms, so we act like stars on earth. Our existence for a space in time but the driving force behind our egos. We create and manifest chaos around us, never wanting our feet to touch the ground. Feed the distance between our true selves, and the dark matter that floats beneath our surface.

We reflect through reading, hypothesising and imagining. Strain to re-build the fabrics that make us feel whole. We reach for a rainbow, that only appears between the light and dark, in hope of feeling some joy in our world.

I am one and we are thee. Not a stranger to the colours that make us one to be.

We become masters of our stage, professionals at flipping our personalities. We switch our masks regularly and so often, that we forget the essence of our former being. We imagine desperately, the sun hitting our skin in the perfect way and the moon taking away the shadows that haunt us. All the while never considering the weight of living outside of our inner peace.

I am one and we are thee. Not a stranger to the colours that make us one to be.

We disconnect ourselves from the world. Unplug our social existence. A simple flip of a switch and we are nobody but who we are to ourselves. We want to see through the mediocracy of our own drama and reconnect with the grandeur of our universe. We are in the middle of our own dream and we want to see colour in the way we can be.

Colour blindness

For a moment we can convince ourselves, that we have found our inner peace. Believing that growth ‘just happens’ without any effort put in. This time is no different, from the times that came before. We have fooled ourselves, once again, by a false sense of growth. Monochrome lenses return over our eyes, as the silver linings fade away. Mid-tones are lost in the chaos of our minds and we are, again, left with black or white.

I am one and we are thee. Not a stranger to the colours that make us one to be.