SEE

See

Open your eyes to see the silence

surrounding my old blue jeans.

See the words pouring from my mouth

and hear the colors I’m applying on our

walls that scream in protest because they

don’t like the sound of pink.

 

Listen to the rising sun and eat the heat

from the sun’s rays. Step upon one of its

beams and walk on it until you hit a window

pane that will melt when you expel what you

just ate. Grab a handful of air and sculpt a

design or anything you want.

 

But be careful of the ideas you may disrupt

that float in every handful of air you take from

the sky, and be careful not to cut your hand on

sharp colors that are invisibly there and only

taste the colors you’ll never see and don’t worry,

because you’ll only be acting like a tree.