I don’t set out to be melancholy, but sometimes that’s what comes out.
I love light, bright, vivid, happy, colouful things – of course I do – but I also respect the ‘dark days’ of monochrome when tear-misted thoughts twist inwards like the black knife of night.
And you need to be creative when every new day demands a haiku poem before lights out. So.
Day 59/100 #100daysofhaiku:
play in magnified prisms
blurring tears away.”