My dreams are vivid, they’re bold and alive. The colors run deep, as they spin and they jive. Often they fade, to black, and to white, Others appear in magnificent light. Sometimes in shadows, or a dark silhouette, They wait as I cling to the fear of regret. One dream can splinter, into two, even three, I’ll never stop dreaming of all I can...
Quietly I slip away Into the black and white. Cautiously Sparking palettes Waiting for colors to ignite. … I really wanted to do this weekend writing prompt, and I figured it could be a good way to say “No more black and white for a while.” I believe I’ve had my fill. Weekend Writing Prompt #87: Ignite