Like phases of the moon, I change the way I see the world. Sometimes it's too much yellow, all bright and beautiful and like the scenes from a ballroom.
And sometimes it's a tired white. With no life left in me to fight. I can feel the sighs of the earth. We share our tears, and I feel safe in her arms.
Every now and then it's green. Fresh and alive, looking like a newly bloomed daffodil. It brings back memories of past summers. A carefree world with a golden undertone.
I also see red sometimes. Like the scream of a banshee and the pain in their eyes. It reminds me of my first heartbreak. Drunk and hurting with heavy eyes, but a heavier heart.
But today all I see is grey. Like the monotonous susurration of the rain, it's killing me slowly, burying me alive. Seeping into me like I am a sponge.
This is why I hate gloomy rainy days.
It feels like I am half dead, but half alive.
I don't know where to belong.
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The sky keeps pouring outside.
But all that my eyes see are worlds within each drop.
Each one looks so transparent and fragile.
And as they race each other against my window,
I silently cheer for the one that's slow.
Because I know how it feels to be last.
And because I know there's still a chance.
Who knows, maybe when the night becomes alight,
I'll stop seeing the world in blue.
Maybe when the stars come out and paint the sky,
the colours in my head will mix and blend.
And when they do so, I'll wait by the seashore.
Brush in my hand and music on my lips.
Holding my breath, in the fading sunlight.
Susurrations of my heart grows louder,
as I watch the sky being adorned in a soft pink.
© Moonyloonywitch