Elucidating Questions

Technicolour angels. Wings of the colour palette mixed and colours that fade and mix.

Colours beyond what is known and seen, not holes or black, or grey, or white, colours that don’t exist.

This unknown unseen beauty, the call of someone, the sound of something.

It gets harder to picture the future, but it whispers nonetheless.

Bits and pieces.

Knowing and seeing is far safer than telling. There is nothing to tell to those who wouldn’t see, only the scrambling of piecing together the ashes that burnt around

As the silence weighed heavier every day, worse than gravity.

The willingness of humans to ignore that which they don’t wish to see.

Everything was right in front of them, there was so much to see, but fear of mistakes brought it to a stop

And bringing it back ended up being just another part of someone else’s song.