I crave the dazzling colors Twisting together in the early morning Red Orange Yellow All churned into one image Pulsing in my dark eyes Elegantly finding the way To the gloomiest pit of me. They make a trail to my heart Brightening the display Pumping happiness to every joint, Every bone structure, Every muscle mass present.
Was this why I was told to enjoy the sunrise Every morning as petite child? Did they know I would be this now? Surely, They must have. I just wish they'd stopped me before this Before I became my own enemy.