If I had wings and I could fly
I’ll set myself on the expedition to give my thoughts an alibi
Black lonesome nights grey lonely days must unwrap from unilluminated and dingy ways
I see red bird over my head in the blue skies soar high in green happiness tremendous; instead of running bare feet on brown land raging in revenge,
The cold Misty eyes will find solace amidst of conversation with the huge blue sea
while sitting on the orange rock with a turquoise book in hand!
What is beautiful?
Now it is making sense
The yellow fire of insecurity jealousy being lousy that burns my skin if I ain’t getting hot anymore
The white milk in raindrops giving it a touch of healing
I feel I am new with pinkish aura
So many colours in life even a lonely person could fill
life is a rainbow of
joys
sorrows
moments
tries
betrayal
inspiration
and moving on
All these seven colours I could find in loneliness.