blurring

It's a strange feeling being so dark inside. Where is all the color we try so desperately to hide? We hide it so well that we find it hard to retrieve at times. When we have the time we use desperate measures to ensure the dramatic failure of anything good because we force the issue. The color inside is as natural as a glazing sun. All we need to do is allow it to function on its own. By that I mean we need not place ourselves in any one situation with the expectation of something. It is that expectation that blocks the sun; which then blocks the fun; which then makes the colors merge into darkness; which then blurs all reality.