My Colour

Sometimes,
I think my life as water colour. 
A mixture of blue,
A dab of charcoal black. 
A streak of yellow sun. 

At times I can only focus on the colour,
I can only see the paint around me.
Toxic chemicals burning my senses, 
Growing me weary,

It's endless color.
Stretching on and on.
I think forever.

Yet if I look,
At the picture from a far It starts to make sense. Colors,
Blending,
Sunset fading in the wind. 

Only it's only a glimpse. 
Should I believe?
Believe it may be more than colour?

Reviews

[Hello, Goodbye]

Very interesting imagery. I enjoyed the perplexity of perspective and how emotions can skew the ultimate visual outcome. Very thought provoking.