Felt a little ache in my heart,
Thought of visiting a doctor.
But what prescription he would give-
Happiness said the swirl of air beneath my chin.
Holdin' me by my arteries; but where am I goin'?
To find peace, giggled the green-eyed. 
I never dreamt of a grey rainbow, yelled my colorless vision. 
From today, let thou hast an infinite palette of the colorful blind. 
What about my migratory feelings, directional desires, and pending time?
Do..., 
Do you hear that?
The tiny warm droplets of sound, 
Beating,
Sniffing the fragrance of my dark imagination.
Calling,
For, "the world's a stage, and all the men and
women merely players"
Playing, but-
"God does not play dice with the universe."

What about your ache?
Slowly fading...

Welcome,
Home.

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