Imagine ... Colour. A vivid pattern of swirling, spinning patterns, overwhelming not only your sight, but all of your senses. You can smell the green, like newly cut grass. You can taste the yellow, like summer on your lips. You can hear the brown, like earth being thrown over the long gone soul in the casket, the black, like the silent screams of fear coming from the gullible children. Imagine that every touch feels like an explosion, fireworks erupting on your skin. Imagine how every word has so many meanings, that it takes you ages to understand.
Imagine feeling all of this, but not being able to share it with anyone. Imagine living in a place that doesn't get you , that doesn't accept you, that doesn't see the simple beauty of this world.
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PoetryA collection of drabbles, unfiltered and straight from the heart, that doesn't belong anywhere but here.
