Experience me for I have become

I was drawn in by the way the words seemed to dance around a page.

Vivid images,
described in such a way as to communicate an experience that can really
only be perceived by the one experiencing it.

Yet there is something inside us,
something that makes us human,
that cries out

"Know me."
"See me."
"Experience what I have experienced."

It is that same desire that pushes us to carve our names into trees, walls, even bathroom stalls.

All we ever want,
as humans,
as people,
as individuals,

Is reassurance that we are not alone in this world.
And that even if someone has not seen what we've seen,
or felt what we felt,
we can tell them about all the colors that paint our skies.

And maybe,
just maybe,
we will find some colors in common after all.