If I understood words, what would they be doing? They were hiding love, transforming letters into emotions that change my mind-box. I wasn't sure why or where my heart was when those words gave me the blues. I was a lonely feather in the vast ocean of tears. I traveled long distances as the sunrise came to me. It was the morning breeze that touched my heart as I understood I could paint what words hid from me, living within a dream. So I broke the mind-box, finding the color of hope. ... Painting ... I could live inside a painted dream, until I open my eyes to the creation I was as I loved.
There are times when our thoughts make us feel sad. Those moments are needed to understand how emotions can transform our surroundings. Is there a way out? Where is peace after observing our emotions with clarity?