I used to let outside colors mingle with mine results in something I can't quite describe. It's a blending of the world inside that from outside may seem mad. I could walk in air, live on a patch of dirt and be content. The peace shattered, it wasn't meant to last. As if I need to prove that I'm worthy of that kinda love. And if I know it, remember it, and want it enough. What's easy has become so hard. The real test is coming back to the start.