The colour of my dreams.
Stormy waters, mixed with ice cream.
Golden arches, colliding with rainbows.
Green pastures, filled with tomatoes.
Purple clouds, carrying scarlet roses.
Pink skies, with stars that look like oranges.
These are the colours of my dreams.
Coming together but also juxtaposing each other.
Is this a statement?
Of my mind, my subconscious?
Does it mean nothing?
Or is it just effects from eating wonky porridge?
Or is this some inspiration?
For a canvas my brush has not yet come across?
A blank slate, my tabula rasa.
A place to run free.
A place just for me.
The colours of my dreams.
Colliding with reality.
The colours of my dreams.
Washing over me.
Even if means nothing to you,
It’s real to me.
The expression of an artist,
The expression of their own unique creativity.