So often we see this colorful world in black and white; not out of generalization, but because we are curious of what’s beneath.
Beneath the gradients are newfound knowledge, for knowledge is comfort;
but beneath the blankets of recollection is a restless soul tugging away at the sun;
beneath ourselves lay vessels of blood connecting a sea of conscience;
beneath the tides an equal and opposite wave, pulsing through the veins of dimensions and forces beyond our grasp, a testimony of the indescribable unknown.
Through curiosity we become overwhelmed, and do not wish to know more than what we can see.