The Colored Rains of Life

Built to change.

To embrace deformity.
To morph, twist and shape-shift bound in flesh chains.
To caress, and vomit neglect.
To flee, regret and long true love.
To abhor, empathize and awe at true hunger.
To hate, love or tandem another soul.

From birth to death, we acknowledge our dearth.
Inadequacy. Frailty. Longings. Desires. Pain.
Alas till she ends.
Our dance…