May 2014
When we were young we used coloring books, full of black and white outlines just waiting for be made into something beautiful, waiting to be brought to life with colors.
When we were young the reaches of colors had no limits, we didn’t stick with what colors we are told were correct.
When we were young the princesses could be purple with green hair.
When we were young we didn’t know that the world is full of grey area, we didn’t realize that when you mix too many colors together all you get is a terrible shade of brown.
When we were young we let our imaginations run wild. We let our colors sparkle in the sun.
But, too many years with the sun beating down has faded our colors. Powerful beams slowly bleaching out the colors of joy, and sadness, rage and love. Until all that is left is white with little tinges of what used to be the worlds brightest hues turned grey.
We began to listen when we were told that the colors we had chosen were wrong. That a boy’s favorite color couldn’t be pink, that the trees and the grass had to be green, and the ocean was always blue.
The most pigmented personalities and the most vibrant people have become pastel, because it is easier to blend in with the crowd than stand out.
This world is not how it used to be, all of the color has been drained.
But, I think everyone has the potential to be filled with color. Everyone can be a light show at disney or fireworks on the fourth of july, everyone can be an easter egg, or a glow stick. Anyone can be a rainbow, they just have to let their colors be louder than the negativity of this messed up world.
So, spread your colors, blind everyone with your light, like that one teacher that doesn’t warn you before they turn on the lights. Play your music too loud, make sure that if they can’t see your colors they can hear them. Write, spill your heart out in words, stain the pages red with passion, or yellow with joy, or black when you are feeling hopeless.
Paint this world how you want,
Make the trees pink, and the grass blue,
And don’t color in the lines, because the most interesting pictures really never do.
When we were young the reaches of colors had no limits, we didn’t stick with what colors we are told were correct.
When we were young the princesses could be purple with green hair.
When we were young we didn’t know that the world is full of grey area, we didn’t realize that when you mix too many colors together all you get is a terrible shade of brown.
When we were young we let our imaginations run wild. We let our colors sparkle in the sun.
But, too many years with the sun beating down has faded our colors. Powerful beams slowly bleaching out the colors of joy, and sadness, rage and love. Until all that is left is white with little tinges of what used to be the worlds brightest hues turned grey.
We began to listen when we were told that the colors we had chosen were wrong. That a boy’s favorite color couldn’t be pink, that the trees and the grass had to be green, and the ocean was always blue.
The most pigmented personalities and the most vibrant people have become pastel, because it is easier to blend in with the crowd than stand out.
This world is not how it used to be, all of the color has been drained.
But, I think everyone has the potential to be filled with color. Everyone can be a light show at disney or fireworks on the fourth of july, everyone can be an easter egg, or a glow stick. Anyone can be a rainbow, they just have to let their colors be louder than the negativity of this messed up world.
So, spread your colors, blind everyone with your light, like that one teacher that doesn’t warn you before they turn on the lights. Play your music too loud, make sure that if they can’t see your colors they can hear them. Write, spill your heart out in words, stain the pages red with passion, or yellow with joy, or black when you are feeling hopeless.
Paint this world how you want,
Make the trees pink, and the grass blue,
And don’t color in the lines, because the most interesting pictures really never do.
