C o l o u r s

Open your eyes

If you are blind, it does not necessarily mean that you can’t see

I think it makes you see more in people; by seeing the pain and suffering in the voice of others

From life to sound

Blink

What about colours? Can you feel red?

You can hear a smile, taste tension and smell heartbreak

So we are all blind at times

I want to feel red with you, I can’t be red on my own

I can feel blue without you but not red

I can’t see properly without colour

I am not blind but I don’t see your colours

I can’t fathom the grey that you left me to look after

I am blind to your sight

Blink again; You missed me

Let’s forget about the shadows and the darkness-

strip back to the basics of black and white

Wrong- right, good-bad

When I see light, I see you

Right-right, good-good

The hues, the entire colour spectrum of joy gushes out onto the floors of my body; I’m red

I feel so red

dark and white

Red is you, red is us, red is gone

Close your eyes

I’m not blind, I just can’t see.