Unhappiness comes in many colours. It’s red when it hurts, blue when you want it to stay, green when it keeps coming back to you even when there are flowers all around and the sun is bright, and violet when it gets too much and you want it to go away. Sometimes it smells of peaches and crawls under your skin. And sometimes, it is a shadow. The whole world is a shadow. We are all broken pieces running out of song and rain, we sleep troubled and our dreams have lost meaning.
Everything will fade and we will all be forgiven, someday.
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Arcadia
PoetrySpilled thoughts, letters from no one, stories of another time, another place. - || H.R. : #50 in Poetry ||
