I see the world in color.
My shades of the day paint the world in the color that I may. A bluish tint gives my eyes a mellow glint as I walk through the fire. A desire to let the world feel my anger, I wear my lens of red so I don’t leave a path of dead behind me. They are warning symbols in disguise, but I hope they can be recognized for the meaning of my heart.
I see the world through tears.
A million tears brought by fears, I see a million colors too. Teardrops become my shades and to my amazement, I see the world in color once more. Not one color, or even two, I see you in more splendor than you knew. Watching through impassioned eyes causes more tears to fall from breaking sky. I can no longer be apart as I connect with a thought. The realization that I color the world myself. Through life and tears, through discovering myself.