In the Hues

What should I say about myself?

I've shut down the memories to burry the emotions.

I'm lost in the hues.

Hell had a short but wide path

and Heaven, a long but narrow one.

That's the book I've lived in like.

It's black and white only

and I am thirsty for the lines in between.

The meaning of the colors I wasn't taught to paint with

and all its hues.

I'm lost in the hues.

It hurt to find them yesterday,

but it had a good aftertaste.

A taste I'm still discovering

and refreshes my soul

like the morning rays, my skin.

I'm lost in the hues

and I don't wanna find the way out.

I'm shrinking and growing,

getting the size for my new reality,

my Wonderland.

So glad I'm not alone in the hues.

Anaíro.