It’s not just me, their is many of us! A whole network of me, myself, and I. The only thing that differentiates us is time, but I am the presence to our existence. I can see us all through my eyes and yet I m still scared. I could never be insignificant if you are all here. I could never be alone! I see all the different versions of myself in smiling faces through the colors. We are all apart of this kaleidoscope of time and reflections. To embrace this functioning network, the colors bleed into each other, like that burning rainbow I recalled. Each turning into the other. Exposed and rich in its own shade. I remember seeing this burning rainbow, it’s ebb and flow of harmonious color but I think I m just now understanding the significance.Each color had to exist to make the other and the knowledge of that intensifies each color, to evolve into the other, a multitude existing in one flame. The colors only defines the layers of the flame, bringing to life a process. Unfolding memories and desires. I can recognize my face in us all! Why limit myself to one color, when I am compiled of them all?!
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