Equilibrium.Gaze into the purple light, glitter floating from bottom, to top... Close the pain in your heart simply by closing your eyes. Listen to the sound of rain wash away the leaves in the gutter; flying, only to fall on the ground, before yourself, before them.Equilibrium.
Before the laughing faces. Before the clear sky. Weeping. And as you weep; the sun is laughing - the flowers are laughing. The earth.. laughing.
Yet, I was not laughing. They. See, they weren't laughing from joy. They were laughing, because they saw me bleed. They saw me fall. They saw me lose hope.
I refused to see; and so I walked away in the snow.
Dystopia.We shall frolic through the flowers spring will produce, and fly far away where happiness is what you breathe instead of oxygen, which is only a figment of the imagination here in a world of lies; and I produce a dream. I remember the fireflies I once caught in a jar as I wore an unending smile, and innocently skipped through the fields...Dystopia.
And she wishes to know all of which she can learn in senescence. She hopes he is never to relinquish from her. The two candid creatures come as partly one, yet partly the other. They cast off to the zenith where we find them there, quiescent.
Breathless, dancing, within the cosmos,
Amaranth...and looking to the sky, I felt one drop of water upon my cheek. Like tears descending from the eyes of the one who bears a gift. A gift of life and beauty. And it was as if he had been crying and I was finally able to embrace him and feel his tears upon me...Amaranth
..Yet, I stood all alone in the breeze of unending tears..
Deuteranopic...The blueish-green pigment in your iris is achromatic in this shroud.Deuteranopic
Your verdant optics imbue me...
Ðeuteranopic.
Oh, but you are my viridité, Refractive dispersion of sunlight. Coming in drops of rain, Yet, leaving in mists of rainbow.
Rip this vernix from my optics, To see you clearly in limbo.
Oh, but I can not stay long spectre, I have entered empyrean. A realm of pure light, It is blinding to escape this fire.
Your achromatism is varicoloured despite the livid shell. I see your verdant iris..
Oh,
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