How do you know when you have seen all the colours of the world?
Do you experience a visual orgasm?
Blinding and bleeding inside your mind,
The contrast, the hue, the saturation all of it swirling and blending,
Evey single memory is heightened,
You realise that your eyes were dormant all this time and now you see what?
Fantasy is too artificial to portray such simplicity ,
It makes you cry and I would kiss you to remind you of the beauty in the world,
Yet it overwhelms me too and we cry together,
We’d have to paint silently as one with a palette,
Full of more then red, blue and yellow,