The world is a messy place
It’s full of messy people who haven’t got a real clue what’s going on
We all like to pretend
We pretend to be happy
We pretend to enjoy each other
We pretend to love ourselves
As people
The only thing we really know how to do
Is paint the pictures we think others want to see
In being a mess we’ve turned ourselves into artists
Our pictures are predictable
With a preset color scheme
Compatible colors for a complementary lifestyle
But we need to stop layering the colors we think everyone wants to see
Paint the truth
Red oceans of degradation
Purple trees of dissatisfaction
Blue elephants of depression
The world isn’t picture perfect
It's messy
So paint a mess that’s real
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Author:
Kimberly Culpepper (
Offline) - Published: August 7th, 2017 21:20
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Comments2
Do damn true. 👍🏼
The challenge is to reach deep inside oneself; silent periods of contemplation help. Here, even blue elephants shine rays of beauty.
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