A Touch Of Faith .

Colors .

My thoughts plunge

They paint themselves into different categories.

Sometimes they dip themselves in a rose pink

Blue .

Velvet .

Black .

Then, with the ink smothering the words

It colors in a picture

An image smudged with dark grays and grimy blacks

Or sometimes pastel yellows and reds mingling into the color orange.

It fills in my thought foundation with a variety of mixtures.

Then, the thoughts wring the extra paint into the green of my eyes.

The colors dye them dark or filters them light.

But sometimes, the thoughts leak clear

The transparent liquid rimming my vision and oozing from my eyes.

The paints highlight and bolds feelings

Light being a joy

Darkness graving out sadness

And transparency spilling emptiness.

The glossy substance draws out no picture of colors.

See through.

A glass frame, easy to look into.

And with the thoughts squeezing out their water-like paints

I write this

With the oils blotched into my flushed cheeks.

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