| orange, off-white and indigo
clouds erupt behind these colors, as if the skies were never gray as if tears rains from heaven never poured over our bodies flooding us with violent memories slapping us with wet hands coming from almost too white clouds too blues skies orange almost illuminating glowing like hard thoughts left unwrapped exposed to the air swirled with the off-white one color yet, dozens of colors mixed in at the same time indigo flashing almost blue almost purple surrounded by the twinkling future falling from the sky hitting us giving some of us a clear view of how things truly are missing others totally and leaving them blind. |