Viewing life through a gauzy sheet of emotions
Everything was fuzzy and slightly off color
It made things less scary and more comfy
Living that way also meant never really knowing what was real
Viewing life through a gauzy sheet of emotions
Everything was fuzzy and slightly off color
It made things less scary and more comfy
Living that way also meant never really knowing what was real
Keeping his mouth’s pain level in mind, he put more hot sauce on the chicken
Its deep red color promising pleasure mixed with the pain
Cramming a huge bite into his mouth, he felt his hair begin to seat
Knowing his stomach would be further wrecked with the moonshine chaser that followed.
Putting color onto the canvas brought a smile to his face and chase away his frustrations
As the white disappeared behind his assured strokes, his happiness grew
It was cathartic to brush in his happy little trees standing tall
Nothing could ruin his mood now
This is where all his mistakes were opportunities
Suddenly the color leached from the world around him
And nothing seemed to make sense
Depression is a bitch
*Not autobiographical
Couldn’t tell the difference between red and blue
Or blue and green for that matter
Looking at everything in grayscale made paint choices easier
Only paying attention to lights and darks
Reaching for his brush he channeled his inner M. C. Escher
The color never seemed to matter to Jeff
If you wanted to make it fluorescent orange and lime green, he was cool with it
Nothing seemed to phase the man
That’s when I figured out the dude was extremely color blind
Reaching down for a nice hefty stone
Old cloud gray in color, it was smooth and rounded
Caressing it fondly, he rejoined the mob
Knowing he was without sin, he threw first
Picking the right color is so important to create the correct atmosphere
A shade too dark and it puts people in a somber mood
If its too light they will feel not grounded in the space
Now if you go for a wild color, well that just causes people to go insane
That’s why the world believes in beige, and why I avoid it like the plague.
Meandering through the tall grass
Enjoying the soft sunlight trickling from the cloud speckled sky
All while admiring the punches of flowery color
Dotting the serene landscape
Overhead hawks played among the updrafts
Winding down a perfect day
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Gazing into the bright light
Left him feeling quite monotone
As all the color left his supersaturated world
Revealing very little detail of what was around him
Everything just seemed more of the same
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