My foolish heart its colour is blue and my thoughts are rainbows which I ride on to a mystical past and it is pastel hued. Insecurities are blinking yellow. The spectral takes me to the moon places I will not go near. It presses on to go deeper to the swam Iām a bottom feeder eat trout in the raw for its colour, I crave the light and lust for The rainbow that stranded me in silver light on a planet that has no history, I was my face in the part of me that is unsullied soon it will be morning.