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?
