A wisp of color in black and white.

I’m like a bullet idle in a magazine ready for its chance to fly.
I’m like a bomb waiting for the gun powder to trickle down to my eruptive explosion.
But Sweetie, I am not filled with anger.
I’m filled with beauty! ready to burst with a touch of potential.
I want to shower my surroundings in ashes of color.
I want the oxygen to turn blue.
And the mountains to turn green.
I want the moon to be white.
And the sun a yellow… with a touch of red and orange of course.
I want the ocean a teal.
The night sky slightly purple with a bright yellow stars like the pictures in a fairytale.
I want the clouds to be puffy pillows hanging from strings.
And the sidewalks to feel like a bed.
I want the fish to fly and the birds to swim.
The animals should talk and the trees should dance.
Knights in shining armor and princesses waiting for their kiss.
I want to get inside of your imagination and bring it all out and spread it all around for the world to see.
I want you to think and breathe.
I am a balloon ready to fly wherever the wind will push me until I burst all the beauty to those down below.

I love you all.