thisismaryaspeaking
Jul 26th, 2009 @ 5:55 pm
life and crayons
I was white.
For that I was pure when I was born.
I was really innocent.
I didn’t do anything wrong.
I was just pure.
I’m sometimes grey.
When I’m not even sure about what I feel.
When I’m kinda confused.
And it’s complicated to explain what I exactly feel about myself.
I’m sometimes green.
When all I wanna do is just relax..
Nature calls, and I can see what nature does for me.
All I wanna do is just close my eyes, and feel the things around me.
I’m sometimes pink.
All around me is just love.
Love is just everywhere.
Something that I can’t explain exactly how it looks, but all I can tell about you is just how I feel it.
And it’s just amazing.
I’m sometimes red.
When my head’s spinning aroung..
When it seems gonna explode once.
My face’s turning red, because I’m full of anger.
I’m yelling, I’m swearing.
Bad words, I know.
I’m sometimes blue.
When I just feel sad..
Broken heart, being grounded, it’s like blue explains everything.
Not that blue that keeps you calm, like the color of the sky.
It’s blue that you don’t even want to close to..
I’m sometimes purple.
When I feel so lonely, that I can’t even feel anybody around me.
It’s like, “Leave me alone!” becomes my favorite phrase.
When being alone is such a perfect time.
I’m sometimes black.
When I feel so dark, losing people that I’ve known, people that I’ve loved, or even losing myself behind the shadow of myself.
It’s like nothing good will come when I am black.
But it’s the story of my life.
I’m colorful.
It’s just a matter of time, changing my color turns into another..
Don’t worry about me if now I’m blue.
Who knows that I’m gonna be pink later?
But when I turn into black, please just remind me to turn into something better..
God, as one of your box of crayons..
I’m asking you, don’t make me be purple all the time, yet don’t let me keep being green!
I wanna try to be all of colors..
I wanna live my life, as crayons on the box.
I wanna be human that can feel what I’m gonna feel.
I’m happy for being happy, but I just don’t wanna keep happiness to be mine all the time.
Somewhere out there, people need it too..
I need sadness to be part of my life.
To make me sure that I’m still alive.
Cuz’ I’m colorful.
And so is life.
xoxo,
maRya
