Duality of Reality

Echoes off of naked walls talking back, like little children pale, white off-white, cream colors shouting in dark, shadowed hues Winnie the Pooh sits in the corner watching his namesake cry, wither away the only color in that vast hole. He gets larger, closer, more firm he insists she wake up, see the world as it really appears, beautiful, colorful waiting for her to open the door. Movement, she’s on the floor with Pooh, trying to find the opening to reality Gold! A ring of gold glows bright shining into her eyes, keeping the little children quiet, subdued, gone. Echoes off of canyon walls talking back, like life’s surprises blue, red, green, orange, rainbows whispering in gold and silver hues. Winnie the Pooh sits in the corner, watching his namesake laugh, grow inside. One of a plethora of colors he sits quiet, smiling to himself. He insists she go out and see the world with her soul mate as her guide. Movement, she’s holding hands eternally trying to meld their hands together gold! A ring of gold glows bright shining into her yes, keeping the little children quiet, subdued, gone.