Dreary days,

Painting unreachable heights.

To give up, or fight. ...

Early spring blooms,

As bright as the sun.

Delicate and fragrant, ...

Cramped, crowded,

Loud, confusing.

Echoes from days gone by, ...

In a cage,

Before even born.

Finding oneself trapped, ...

Colorful, varied,

Fresh, alive.

A perspective on life, ...

Two halves,

Desperate to align.

Striving to live as one, ...

Junkyards beckon.

Filled with relics,

Memories, and sorrow. ...

Neatly wrapped,

Colorful gifts,

Tend to disappoint. ...

Colors that paint life.

Depicting stories from now,

And the past. ...

Curiously odd dream,

During stormy skies,

When strangers cross paths, ...

Another day begins.

Colors seamlessly blend,

To paint a skyline, ...

Today is cold…

Thick, cloudy skies,

Snow-covered ground, ...

Striving to bloom,

But embraced by snow.

A strange place to grow, ...

A gentle rain,

Slowly melts,

The last remnants, ...

One of those days,

When buried feelings,

Appear to pervade. ...

Some days,

Even nature,

Can play the fool. ...

So many signs,

Hiding among waterdrops,

Without a sound. ...

Congruent,

Exact, organized.

Yet dull, colorless, ...

Unabashed in plain sight,

Laying sideways,

Somewhat covered, or ...

Wound up in knots,

With no place to run.

The sun sets, ...