Troubled Minds

Colors.

Do you ever blink slowly?

Like as if time were slowed down?

As if, it really even matters, like it's going to change anything?

Kind of like a movie scene.

I know it seems like a stupid question.

But, really, do you?

As if for one second it's all in control.

Like you control time,

And perhaps that makes you feel powerful.

Like you're controlling something everyone is a part of...

May seem like alot to handle for just blinking at a slower speed...

I picture things in color.

Like a slow blink makes a baby laugh, this is a yellowish color...

And maybe just maybe, yellow isn't so bad.

Like the ends of someones eyelashes when you sit in the sun and they're sitting in a way that you see their profile.

Do you ever just think,

"Wow, this person is so beautiful."

I don't care about their gender,

People are so fucking beautiful.

I know if you're anything like me,

You're probably thinking,

What does that mean?

Because, we're human, and we ask stupid questions...

I realize I'm probably using the wrong punctuation. But, I. Don't. Care.

I picture people in hyper speed, like spinning in a circle super super fast, laughing.While hair flys everywhere,

And not in a romantic way,

But a happy way.

I blink, and suddenly I see blue...

And as I'm sure you guessed this is the sad way,

Where you just give up,

Numb,

Broken,

I see this as eyes,

With tears streaming down,

But I see one feature at once,

What pretty eyes...

If you're lucky you're wearing mascara, and as those black marks run down your face, and snot runs down from your nose, and your lips get a little puffy and red,

You've created a masterpiece.

Some may think, that's gross, who even thinks of that shit...

Well, I do,

And I don't care what you think,

Because I think it's a beautiful fucking mess.

I guess the point is someone will find the beauty in everything you ever do, even if someone else thinks it's disgusting...

Red.

Anger.

Fury.

As you're so frustrated and all you can think about is doing something stupid and reckless, because your mind in on drugs and you don't know what to do...

Like you need to punch a hole in the wall.

Do it.

You can fix a hole.

But, don't be an idiot and crash a car.

That's a lot more expensive.

The tips of your ears might get red when you're angry, that's kind of cute, and if you're face gets warm.. that's cute too.

But sometimes similar reactions happen for different things, like your ears get red when you're cold too, which seems the opposite, and your face gets red when you're embarrassed.

Humans are beautiful messes.

Pink,

Sweet, like an early summer day.

Like kissing a flower,

And this kind of ties back to yellow,

Like a mixture of feelings, and twirling,

A pretty skirt spinning around your ankles in slow motion,

And you fall into a pile on the floor,

With a pouty face,

And that's that.

What a beautiful little mess.