a lack of color is an attempt to control imagination
to move forward we must treat history as just a memory
we love to label things and places we don’t own but want to possess
either on or off is not the answer for a complicated world
when things don’t make sense in our daily lives, we hope they will in our dreams
woken by the rain i could lie here all day, but the coffee awaits
the quiet person likely has a lot to say but chooses not to
a splash of color is all it would take to make neutral disappear
when our intended actions get blown off course, we cannot blame the wind
we can share the sights and the sounds, but it’s a shame we can’t share the smells
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