Saturday, 12 June 2010

... the first day of proof on a slow road.

The Aftermath of a Rainbow.

His memories are formed with colours and blurs whereas hers are like tapes. Whilst he only remembers the bad, she solely remembers the good.
And even if it takes forever, she will rewrite the tapes in the beautiful calligraphy of cliché
so that he can watch every piece of sunshine that they had until he feels the warmth. And her? Well she will let in the rain for a while so she can see where he stands.
Until a rainbow arches across above them.

We will inspire when we're happy.
Because when we're happy there will be music and art surrounding us.
But the happiness is indefinite until your colours blur to lines and the lines begin to cross and overlap until they become sketches of stickmen. Then the little boy and the little girl with the triangle skirt will expand but remain faceless until i can bring my red to your paper and give them smiles.

You need someone to make everyday different.
So that monday is red and tuesday is yellow, until the colours run out; until we run out.
You need the sunshine and the rain to make a rainbow.
And you need the rainbow to make everyday a little different...
A little challenging.

And with this i give you the first day of proof on a slow road.

1 comment:

  1. Always well worth the wait gal. Love the Yin and Yan message behind it; we all need balance black and white, good and bad, happy and sad - for it is only then that you know you have experienced life. Well done!!