Spectrums

When I hope, I am the soft hues of dawn, conjuring promise of a new beginning.

My melancholy, the lacklustre light of an overcast day as it moves toward a brighter tomorrow.

The gradient of my thoughts, as crystal clear or as pitch black as the deepest oceans.

I love in brushstrokes of ink on blank paper. Bold, brave and a little reckless.

Creativity is an iridescent wave, shifting upon the angles of my inspiration.

Peace envelops like the warmth of a golden sun, and joy is the saturation dial turned up.

To be human is to embody a spectrum of light and shadows.

Beauty lies beyond the simple outline of a solid colour, when you behold the palette of a person’s spirit.