I Was Grateful, I Still Am

I was drowning in my blues, fathomless, ocean of colors. There was no savior; there was no clue. I wish the sky could open up to share the pain with all the humility and tranquility. Each day brought a new day with a new color and a unique vision. Tears ran down the cheeks only to dry up sorrow and create a new dream. I was floating like the clouds, and I was dreaming as the grass layer softened with rain, I was grateful for all my feelings. If we are too focused on a form, we tend to lose life out of it. A tiny baby face would conquer all love not only for the divinity of the pristine but also for the overpouring emotions they bring to life. I was left all alone, when the last footstep noise faded away outside the door. I was still thinking then, but I was not sad. Sadness is like water, soaks you inside out. I was thinking, and I was not unhappy. At the same time, I was always half-hearted as there was fear of rejection. And I was grateful for all my feelings. I still am.