Back to Orange

I was wrong to defy the nature of myself.

Who am I to think that what I am was to be altered?

And why did I seek to become apart of a mass that eventually piled together in a grave at the end of it all?

I should’ve known that my natural ways were nothing to be fucked with.

And that if I did it all before, then I could do it now.

By myself.

I didn’t need a companion to travel with me down the road less traveled.

I did it by myself with Him leading me.

And even then I couldn’t see and I stumbled off into the middle of God knows where.

But I always came back, by myself.

I never needed anyone to make me happy, because they did just the opposite.

But yet I still wandered into a web of networking and “friendship.”

It turns out that what I sought for in happiness was what I found in despair.

I’ve found tranquility when I’m by myself, but anguish with other people.

I’ve found peace and love when I’m by myself, but anxiety and melancholy and gray with others.

And now I wish to return back to orange.

I’ll continue the sculpture of myself that I was making with no help from others.

And if it doesn’t come out a Michaelangelo piece.

Then so be it.

I’ll continue on the road less traveled.

And I’ll probably lose my way, I’ll probably walk another path.

For now I won’t think of that, for now I’ll start with the core.

And relapse back to orange from gild.

There’s not eno…

“There’s not enough colors in the world to paint a picture of how you make me feel.”

Well damn, I’m feeling pretty sappy. But yeah, I sort of had a certain person in mind when I wrote this.

I’m not sure if someone already created this quote, I tried searching for it but nothing came up so whatever.

I was never really romantic, but I guess at this day in age I’m starting to become a bit more.. sentimental.. maybe?

Nahh, fuck that.

But seriously, I think if I was to ever fall in love, this is probably how it would feel.

I mean, isn’t that what love is supposed to feel like? An unexplainable concept that you can only feel in your mind, body, heart, and soul?

Like I said, I don’t know, maybe the colors that would ever be prevalent are colors of lust and maybe love is just a monochromatic picture where the person has to find the beauty in it; maybe that’s why people confuse love and lust. They believe that love is a portrait of beautiful colors that just appear right before their very eyes, but in reality, it may be just a blank surface where they have to scratch away at it to reveal what lies underneath.

Or maybe I’m just crazy.