I Wish I Could Write

I wish I could write. I wish I could express myself the way I want. That I could let anyone who reads see the world exactly through my eyes, the way I see it, the way I imagine it, the way it looks to me. 

My world changes color everyday. Sometimes, I see it in pastels. Peach, with a dash of white, mauve, soft green, like you would imagine a garden wedding! With orchids, lilies and pink roses and flowing satin and a dancing fountain. That’s the way I’d like to see it.

There are days it all seems...colorless. My colors of gloom aren’t black and grey. I actually love it when the sky is dark; it feels like it might rain! No, when I’m down and out, it’s blank. 

Sometimes, my day is a whirl of fluorescents. Brilliant, cheerful, like the blinking lights of Vegas! The kind that makes you want to spread your arms wide and take it all in, makes you want to go dancing in the streets, feels like a carnival you wish would never end.

I wish I could show you the world I want to live in, with my words. I wish I could write.