These are the colors of my feelings. Living with a broken heart can be very, hmm what is the word? devastating. Yeah, I like that word. For the past few weeks, my mind and even my actions have been very much choatic and in disorder. I'm so an abstract painting right now, much more Dada then Dali.
In a pit of rage, I wanted to BLACK, and just take my timbaland boot off, grasp it with all my might, and fling that bad boy through the air until it flew through space, hit the moon, putting the earth back on its axis, triggering the rest of the planets & stars to align, and everything in the universe would be back in order. Wherever it landed on its way back to earth is all up to GOD, but I have one head in mind. Funny how a broken heart can give you a mean right pitch.
And sometimes I would feel BLUE, where crying on the way home from work is a norm. Or cleaning the house only to find lil reminders of your life before. Even seeing the dog whimper at the door, hoping, praying & wishing that daddy will come back with a doggie treat... spreads the cracks even more. I dream of this hidden torment and these growing insecurities, and trust me its not a good look.
I am black&blue...
and need time to heal.
What color should I be next?