I see so many colours, they just filled the sky that was once, just a lonely blue with wisps of softly painted clouds. It was magic, a beautiful world appeared. The yellow that filled my eyes, saw birds of so many shades, with wings that stretched wide as they glide.
Another hue of blue that lay in contrast, just as nature is to man, the battles to conquer to build and divide. Still, man did accomplished some wonderful and amazing things. Picture the Eiffel Tower, the Statue of Liberty and the Pyramids of the Pharaohs. Through time connecting and embracing the world, and to think, it all started with two sticks rubbing to make fire. That dude, was a Fucking Genius!
The red sticks out the most its the symbol of many feelings and emotions. Life and death. Holy fuck, Right! Give me pussy over blood any time, unless it’s from bites and scratches. Doh! But the love has to be there, it must. For without it, it’s just meaningless fucking. No strings attached sex could still be great, but! To have the connection of both, to share what together they desire, committed. That’s the best red.
The lighter shades that float about. Ships on the oceans travelling port to port. Like Columbus, Cartier and Cook. Explorers who would dream beyond what the eyes see. Only a heart that is open to change would endeavour to sacrifice their life. Just like Marco Polo did on land.
Red, is my favourite colour but mine is so dark, it’s black. We don’t see that colour in the sky. Only when it rains down and keeps the bright at bay. Even hides the stars, so no twinkles, to sparkle the eyes.