The colors in today’s sky consists of dark purples, grays, and blues. Beautiful, but from where you’re standing they all look black to you. Your perspective sees the blurred lines melt together you fool. Missing out on the sunset there’s no light left to use. You’d better widen the eyes or close them and pray. There’s no hope in your washed out disassociation today. It only perpetuates and breeds more pain. The rich colorful heavens between day and night, try imagining unfolding wings to take flight.