Windows of Perspective

My life through a rose-colored window

looks positively prettily soft.

There are no sharp edges,

no points or ridges.

Everything is love and

the only tears are those of bliss.

My life through a maroon-colored window

looks majorly militaristically organized.

Everything has a place,

and every place has a thing.

Emptiness is not a concept,

and evil does not exist.

My life through a blue-colored window

looks beautifully blissfully intense.

My steps walk with purpose,

my work is done intentionally.

Extraneous emotions or words have

no place, but it is not devoid of life.

My life in lavender

is a life in nature,

laying in the grass,

sleeping with my face in the sun.

Wading through quiet waters.

Moving comfortably in lavender

My life in yellow

is a life in motion.

Full of purpose,

Absolutely no sleep.

“You’ll rest when you’re dead”

is my motto in yellow.

My life in brown

is a life in urbana,

Hustle and bustle.

Families walking dogs;

white picket fences.

Suburban Nirvana in brown.

Colors add to beauty.

Colors mask away grime.

Colors turn pain to art.

These windows peer into depths.

Depths unrecognizable except

to me. Each window a different

timeline. Some intersecting,

some overlapping, some perched over

the same

exact

life.