He painted the air with his hands
showing me mountains etched with fingerprints
and rivers stretched through lifelines.
He painted the world I sought
his knuckles forming rolling green hills
golden flowers bursting from within them.

Roy G. Biv

It's important to note that you were awake while the sea behind you fed color to a wind that would otherwise taste bland because yesterday she was busy shooting stars with her reddish tones and they fell one by one onto your hand shadowing the orange crests as they crashed down onto the scattered yellow sand. It's important to note that your eyes were open and enveloped by the light of the night, the light of a green space that tends to lend it's hand to the deteriorating masses of the blue bruises on your fingertips. She painted it with the muses that infiltrate the indigo infatuation with which you scratch the surface of her violent violet skin.

Glimmer

And I've told you

that every time you breathe out

that every time you breathe in

that every time you breathe

that every time you breathe

your colors show

show like the back of butterfly wings

and glimmer

where the grime has

taken over

where the grime has

stamped out

the colors of the rainbow that

sprout from your fingertips

It seems to be

Studies show that
sibling relations are the
most important relations you'll
ever have.
I mean, it seems to be
true.
Sorry only children.
I mean, it seems that you're
screwed.

The wooden floor

You can feel it under you

it's telling you the secrets of the ticking grandfather clock

whispering the echoes of ancient

pitter patters

into your waiting soles

its iciness surprises you

and your toes curl in a faint attempt at warmth

but it quickly captures your heart

i mean heat

and absorbs the dreams your head is too buzzed to keep.

I mean, that's where they escape to, the dreams... you know?

Where else would they go?

Better

My dad told that it's different from anything I could possibly imagine.

He said that the skies were bluer than any sky in the world.

He said that the grass was greener than any grass he has ever seen.

He said that the water was so beautiful and clear that you could look straight down and see the ocean floor.

He said that the sand was the finest in the Caribbean.

He said that the people strive to be genuine.

He said that if you were traveling behind a horse carriage, the dust would be the best tasting dust you could imagine.

La tierra

The earth, the dirt. It was better, more fertile.

It was just better.

Happiness?

Through it all he had decided to keep going.

He was tired, but aren't we all?

He was busy, but who isn't?

He doubted himself, his abilities, but who doesn't?

He didn't know if he was going the right way. But at least he was moving.

Through it all he had decided to keep going.

There had been obstacles, of course.

There had been people telling him that he wasn't good enough.

He had hesitated, but at least he had ignored them.

Through it all he had decided to keep going.

He found that something tugged at his heart.

It pulled and bothered and wouldn't let up.

He didn't know what it was, but at least he had found it.

Through it all he had decided to keep going.

He ran through fear

Sprinted through doubt

Jumped through uneasiness.

He almost fell, but at least he landed.

Through it all he had decided to keep going.

He knew what it was now,

He knew why he was there,

He hadn't in the beginning

But now, now he wasn't letting it go.