rainbow
My existence hides subtlety. Looks like a version of the sky full of shades of the rainbow. Its treasure involves art with a predictable scent... It smells like wildflowers. Its sonority's influence sounds like a well-tuned piano... (a white piano). Its harmonious balance is smooth making life's tumult pass as nothing. Nothingness is sweet... Is tender... Tenderness feels natural. It's as dainty as velvet... a blue velvet, fusing into honey's spirit of lavender... (as my love...). But if the hate is bitter, if the indifference hurts, if the tears are fame's vapor, it's not my job to define it since my way of loving is silky… is ambrosial… is seductive... I live as blue as the sky. I feel the spirit warm. I live dreams... and, when I wake up, I refuse to see that reality could be aphotic... and... gloomy. The magic of the cosmic symbol has spread its beauty all over me. I live only in the honeyed and warm colors of my blue spectrum.