Understanding Beauty

White Lies

What do you wanna be one day?
I don't know really
Okay I lied,
The truth is that I can't chose
The options are so wast and different
Why am I made to chose?
To fit into one box, never to get out again.
The choices are overwhelming...
What is your favorite colour?
Purple, the colour of power
Green, picture of life
Red, the colour of swooning roses
Blue, simbolising the never ending sky reflecting in the ocean.
White, meaning new beginnings.
Black, the endless embrace of nothing.
A beautiful orange that bleeds
into a sharp pink at sunrise.
In truth I cannot pick a favorite
I lack the ability to turn equals into more and lesser than.
What is your favorite season?
Definitely summer, with its early mornings,
Cold drinks, sun dresses, evenings in the pool.
Perhaps fall, with the colorful leaves, the soft cold breeze, cloudy days
Maybe it's winter, the canvas of white snow, the cold air, big warm clothes that hide your insecurities.
Then again there is also spring, where everything begins a new, where flowers start to bloom. Where you are unsure of what to wear.
What is your biggest fear?
This is where I really don't understand how you want me to pick.
I am afraid all my relationships are a lie.
I'm afraid of falling from great heights.
I am afraid of what I can't see at the bottom of the deep blue.
I'm scared about every choice I make.
I am petrified of the things I don't see in the dark.
I'm afraid of the face in the mirror not being mine.
I am frightened by the thought of not having a future.

These are the things you'll never hear me say.
I will never truly be able to express my point of view.
I've been told my soul is old, yet I have the eyes of a child. I see things plainly and truthfully.
But that's not why you want to hear, is it?
I'll play your game
The endless back and forth
Words meaning nothing
I'll atleast know that inturn silence gains so much more beauty and meaning.