Shattered Colors

Complex

Even though we surround our surroundings
With people we love
In the end
We all die alone, in pain
Regrets, sadness, frat
They start colliding with our thoughts
Whether we are dying literarlly or in our minds
We question our exsistence, thinking were not supposed to be here
That we are a failiure, a glitch in the code

But youre not.
You are a dreamer, a being with thoughts
Your mind is an explosion of colors:
Blue when tranquil
Red when on edge
Orange and yellow when thrilled and happy

You are
Complex
And so beautiful.

I hope you wont stop dreaming.
I hope you will find time.

Hold my hand
As we go our way through the thorns
To pink roses.