Pink. Teal. Grey.

I want dark nights and bright days

I want to be the moon, lonely. Detached. Cold.

I want to be the sun, burning. Shining. Thriving.

I want to be happy, the kind that's infectious

I want the grief. I want to mourn.

I want pink days and days that are teal colored.
I want grey days heavy with melancholy. 

I want to live life like it is supposed to be lived.
Like someone who's unafraid. Brave. Stupid. Innocent. 

I want to be all those things and nothing.

I want to be invisible, nothing.

I want to be the center of the universe. 

What I want are extremes and everything in between. The highs, the lows, the plateaus.
I want life. And all of it's epiphanies. All of it's scars and all of it's smiles.

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WHY?

How much are we going to hold in our heart?
How much are we going to suppress?
How long are we going to burden ourselves and carry the baggage?
Why are we so scared of putting it out in the open?
It might change the relationship. True.
It might change nothing at all. Or may be everything at once.
But sometimes it may stitch the cut and balm the wound,
It might reinforce a new understanding, a new hope for a new we,
But if we don't enunciate our fears and doubts,
If we don't put across those insecurities and disappointments,
We will just drift apart,
We will drift apart until one day you will be nothing but a stranger,
Nothing but a stranger.