TIE A RIBBON.

I would cut myself into infinity and beyond in materials of silk fuchsia ribbons to gift you colour when you only see the darkness.

In those moments I know you think too much about the past and how you live with regret and how do manage the future when you can’t find your feet in the present. How your shoulders dip with the load of life and you blindfolded with no hope. It didn’t happen overnight it’s been a gradual decline how your feelings twist you and contort you to fit into a contraption as if you were an elastic band but you are made of twine. Which is set in the hard line to the right of nonconformity and your efforts of exertion have you all muffled into shapes and shadows that looks like you and follow you but doesn’t let you catch your breath or see anything like a crack of light or belief.
 
In the meantime, all is not lost take the ribbons and tie them to your golden curls and just leave them there. You wonder why I just want you to know one hundred percent that colour exists even if your heart doesn’t feel it but at least your eyes will see it.