messy hair falling in tired, bloodshot eyes.
dry paint smeared all over calloused fingertips.
hopeful burst of joy at just the lyrics in the song.
subtle falling tears when the (heart)song is gone.
fragmented sentences leave me shaking as they speak the fragmented spaces in between the wholeness in my soul.
close my eyes to see the colours when all that floods my vision is black and white and grey. so much grey. drab, tired, grey.
welcome to the world. open your eyes. the rain's not all that's there.
taste the rainbow.