all the voices in my head
were telling me different things
I didn't know which one to listen to
they all whispered in my ear
their side of the story
I couldn’t quite grasp the language
but the colors around me…
I understood them perfectly
red, blue, green
more green, yellow, red again…
a spectacular spectrum
painters palette high above
peaceful reflection
sensory overload in a good way
streaks of color into my brain
watercolors left out in the rain
running in the sky
dripping on my soul
northern lights
northern nights
I’m up here in my twilight
with my cognac resting on some pine needles
under a big ol’ Norwegian pine
