The color of time

 

Blue

There is always rain, On days like these. If you listen closely, You may hear its melody. A private symphony of tears. The inspiration behind such a...

Red

It is her eyes. As they swallow me whole. They know the truth of me. Somehow they remain gentle, Despite seeing my hard edges. My carefully crafted...

Yellow

What is it that gives us hope? The ability to awake day after day, With the gall to presume, That today is the day it will get better. Why do we...

White

It seems the more time we possess, The less faith we are left with In people, in god, in ourselves Innocence is lost, The same instant as ignorance...