the time of sadness and grief has yet to pass...her eyes ran red. tears dripped blue. the silhouette of eyelids shone silver. the pupils dark white stained old yellow. each teardrop a precious gem. tenth of them pure gold. twelveth amythyst white. three scarlet ruby and ten sapphire sea. there were a few bark emeralds and pearls covered in leave sap and slime. the rest were countless crystals. among teh crystals coloured diamonds appeared too real to be false. why were her tears so colourful? why was sadness not gloom and just plain black? why did it possess such beautiful and interesting colours? that is because sadness is created by beautiful illusions that deceived her. when she finally found out, she cried. the sadness was formed by many things represented by colour-interesting things or so they seemed. they were elusive but to everyone's dismay interesting too. sadness was never all that meek and black. from my perspective- interesting range of precious things that seemed so unreal and precious to people. in the end, they find out it is all false and lose the lovely things-that is sadness in the real world. the gloom and black is just what's left after you cry-nothing.but those treasures that fall out of your eyes are gone, all those good things gone from the inside of you. relief then takes it's place. and that relief is GOD...
a chirp from a bird means nothing more than a thought
