The eyes of distraction
I’ve been wondering for a while who has been intervening with my troublesome life. I suppose it is not so troublesome, but then again I’m often wrong…as most if not all people are when they assume.
I guess I am a person.
I have legs, eyes, feet…you know all of those good things but the past few months I began to assume that the absence in my eyes was much less a picture and more so my own personal Hell. Hell. Does it exist? That’s up for you to decide…all of those who are confused with small words and absence of faith.
I have faith in many things that do not make sense to others but to myself they are colored with a Golden Crayon, outside the lines when I am angry, within the thick folds and turns of shade when I am happy. I use a gold crayon often, more than I have used others. The colors are there to choose and to use but I prefer to dismantle their authorities: meaning that people resume what they cannot seem to lose. I’ve subtracted color from my pictures somehow but the eyes that peer into loneliness are often full of hope.
I hope for the best. I do. Should I? Of course. Should you? It is up to you to decide.
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