I keep on repeating the colors I’m feeling.
I know this won’t make any sense.
I know you don’t like any pretense.
I’m not a phony.
I’m just a little lonely trying to make my way in this vast expanse, the Earth space.
The colors make me swoon.
I lose my footing and fall into them.
They change my mind over and over.
They make me rewind, over and over until I remember why.
I try.
These colors are not people.
They’re not feelings.
They’re not alive.
But they have power over me.
I get stuck like a moth to the flame in their glowy castaways.
I feel them in place I can’t feel anything else and I’m home, no matter where I am.
I’m home.
In these lights, I’m welcomed.
Dawning Creations 
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