Fool's Paradise

January 4, 2018
By Anonymous

Comes a time we travel far (enough
to leave but
see the horizon in the distance
We get there however we want,
Sometimes I fly-
Warm skies with dark purple clouds(
It almost feels too real to be true.
Soft winds. Here we are what we are not there
Here we are bright and yellow, and nature,
and roaring laughter and ice cream and summer
But there we are gray skies, and crashing waves,
And musty green, and
gray cold tile hospital rooms
And faded dusty curtains
depressed skies.
Our souls are purple, but we live in black and white

The author's comments:

My 3 am thoughts.

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