Sugar, Spice, and everything Gold.

Black.

Coral.

Grey.

Light grey.

Goldenrod light.

Light beige.

& white

Are the 7 colors that make up my rainbow. A healthy treasure sits, dazzling at the end of this rainbow in a shined deep black pot, nursing a very vigorous cluster of sugar and spice, and everything nice; Gold. Sitting at the end of my colorless rainbow, my gold sits in a clear bullet proof case, unapproachable.

Imagine, traveling many miles while sleep walking, for I do not accept ‘tis reality. For all I’ve known has now disappeared with the suns shine and the winds kiss. For all I’ve known now has no meaning for its color tells no story, and its value has decreased because of my greed. Passion is now undervalued because of my gluttony.

The thought of bathing in my lust, I close my eyes and smeared imagery of silk skin appears. In a blurred distance, I recognize an X to the left, which marks my final destination. Spinning swiftly in the right direction, there is Life, sitting, smiling, and waiting for me, ever so patiently. Ever so beautiful.

My pale world is replaced with cotton candy clouds hovering marshmallow hills, when I close my eyes. The wind sings foreign melodies in perfect harmonies, all while the sun smiles its joy down. Smother me in sweet kisses I ask, juicer than the blackest berry, softer than hearts of lovers. Haul me in a hovering motion into its direction of bliss, however, when my eyes slowly depart, reality of my dull new found humanity reappears and there are no birds chirping, no smiling flowers and certainly no sugar and spice. No gold, no you.

How do I get it back? Must I change the ways I’ve become so set into? Cut the veins that circulate my cursed blood of greediness, mystery and clever deceitful behavior. Where to begin?

Color my world grey and shield my gold and here I am, begging for forgiveness. However, I am unsure if it’s simply, I miss the shine of the eye and pleasure of owning something as pure as such or if I’ve grown into something vindicated as of now. Such a clever lad I’ve grown to be…

Walking in footsteps already taken, I redirect my mission, not for gold, but to simply enjoy a colored soulful world. Indulge myself in those marshmallow hills and cotton candy clouds again, longing for more then treasures, but happiness. Roaming this quest, will not only damage my feet, but is capable of injuring my soul, my pride and reputation. Understand; miles for me are mere steps for you that I am willing to protract for its treasure that sits at the end of my journey. Sitting, smiling, and waiting for me ever so beautifully.

With each step taken towards change my world begins to brighten, one strain at a time, growing colorfully beautiful. Imagine, traveling many miles while sleep walking, transitioning with every mile, and when every particle has been renewed in your body, and your feeling refreshed…..

…..you look up and you’ve reached your gold. Sitting, smiling, and waiting for you ever so patiently.