If love could form a million rainbows,
If we could all change the past,
Would we see the hurt,
The hurt that runs continuously through our veins?

People never see what their actions may adversely do.
Why do we live?
We live as if to see magic.
Sadness falls.

Great love is catchable…
But why does it take so long?
Underestimating powers in the highest of thoughts…
The unsurmisable beauty that finds relevance in our worst days.