Colors

I have colors inside, scratching, desperately trying to reach the surface of my consciousness

Every shot of whiskey, every dark soul that I entertain out of bitter loneliness slowly pushes the radiating spectrum of life deeper

Even as it struggles to break free from the shackles of conformity and suffering the color continues to sink deeper until the what once was color fades into an abyss

I feel like sometimes that’s what it takes

Us humans are very complex beings in order for us to truly open our hearts it must break

Darkness & Light are necessary, as above so below one might say

Just as the the sun holds it’s breath so the moon can breathe and illuminate our souls

Just as the shadow in my soul needs light and awareness for me to see the divine balance of its nature

Just as a seed must live and learn how to nourish in darkness before it feels the omnipotent sunlight shining from the heavens

The dark abyss gives color meaning

Simply because without the abyss how else would we appreciate colors?