My thoughts

Thoughts mean so much more than reality nowadays.

Every moment changing it’s colors.

Have you ever seen the color of sadness?

Of distrust?

Of fear — disgust?

Together they make such beautiful portrait of life!

Think, my dear enemy!

Think of all the colors you have in the darkest canvas of your head.

Weave the threads of your true state of mind in ‘black and white.’

Cross the limits of envisioning.

However dark these moonless thoughts seem, is it not a prettier picture than reality?

Is it not more soothing than the dark, thick glossless leather of people’s attitudes?

Is it not less misty than their words?

Less venomous than their breaths?

I want nothing to do with reality.

I want to be alone in my own darkness.

I want to go into a stasis.

I want to think,

I want to roam only in MY Thoughts.