Kaleidoscope

 Hues of sunset and winter solstice. Shape shifting to memories of you. The calm and present twisting out the greed and redundancy. Echoes of laughter and promises followed by the resilience of those red flags. With every rotation, a certainty of growth. Auras brighten and fade when our eyes hyper focus on the shifting of lies. One day its highs of orange and yellow; and lows of melancholy blues. Every turn it seems it's slowly changing; draining out the bitterness until I no longer see you. I no longer hear you in my inner thoughts, kicking down every goal i've ever set. I no longer feel you in the hollow words of I'm sorry. The colliding of my needs and wants are finally being met. My voice heard and my thoughts reassured. His presence of mind and matter collect the abandoned colors and twist them into new promises and green flags. The kaleidoscope of growth. He holds my pieces close as if to guard them. He hears my pleas and is not intimidated. Powerful energy and vibe.

 It's safe here.

 I think I'll stay. 

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