Listening Hues

How does a color whisper to my soul – cry tales of past lives with a wailing voice – eerie echoes of varied hues haunt my heart’s despair – collections of memories shatter my glass compartments – everything unsolved floods into me – I can’t swim just sink deeper and deeper beneath the surface of warring emotions and raging memories that I don’t recognize as mine – take a breath lungs fill with liquid memory – above the surface colors dance in mad hues begging for me to listen.

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