FADING TO WHITE

"White is the presence of all colours."

After all I've seen, 

the mind seems to return to the simplest forms.

To a place where I hear my thoughts.
Like a lump of clay for hopes,

or a canvas for dreams.

Room to paint in any colour,
mold in any shape.
The tickling feeling of,
rather than something concrete,
a vagueness
that also feels like possibilities.

The world around seems to have gone rather mad lately.

Among many other things,

it's made me think about integrity.

I remember someone saying
it's not something you are born with,

but a decision you make each moment
of each day.

A decision to be open and vulnerable.

Courage to be a blank canvas,

even with the risk of it becoming speckled

with dust and dirt.

It has more beauty & character that way anyway,

I think.

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