Fixing things that were broken in my life
Repairing instead of patching the things that were tattered
Opening the windows that never revealed themselves to me
Ideas jolting to life like ornamental gunshots, tapping through the silhouettes in my mind
Life bleeding colours out of every surface, yet only gaining strength because of it
The pain of "I was" pushed further away, but never daring to forget; learning to change the bad in order to embrace the good
The "I am" now leading me onward and lighting my path; kicking in any door silly enough to close itself to me
Be true to self, Be alive, Be colour...
