The Dark Side Of The Moon

Any Colour You Like

A wanting to change is made. The silver linings we so desire will never walk to us. We must do that ourselves. No matter how many times we shoot ourselves, no matter how much blood drips equal to the tears, no matter how much laughter is taunted at us, no matter how many explosions of emotion and physicality are thrown at us, we must all push on. Stretch out our arms and reach for the rope that we must tug at to have a good life. Even then, the pain will not cease. It musn't. Because if it does, we have given up; we have reached heaven. Not fairly, however, but prematurely. Our humanity must be restored, but so much so that we are still able to tell a story. We cannot tell it ourselves if we are not here in this world. We must be present, and must fight for the peace that our epilogues will have engraved in their souls, and in ours. The link to our once yielding, blank triangles, and the slim rope that is our silver lining in life, must be made. Only then will we be able to pick the colors that will soon erupt from our lives, any color we like....