No one Would think less of you If you did not know He cries every night For the universe rests in his hands The sounds and colors The people the feelings So many images all right there In the palm of his hands Yet no words do it justice He can try But he only feels failure He can see it all in a second Its all so real He can almost touch it In his mind He practices Holding an apple in his hand He turns it green And blue Yellow Red Orange Black He gives it wings Throwing it With all his force All his anger Every bit of firey passion be has He throws it And watches it float down golden hills Into a chasam Then gliding up mountain winds Meeting each cloud With the kiss Only an apple could give Sweet and sharp Crisp, clean and pure Despite all this Despite seeing the apple And its winged journey All he feels is failure He has failed to truly show you The beauty of the apples colors The shine of the golden fields The drop of the chasam And the rise of the mountains The glorius meeting Of apple and cloud A sight deserving of scripture But a sight only he can see No one would blame you If you did not know He cries every night
I have constant intense daydreams and being unable to express these images i see through visual art feels quite painful But i try my best with my words