Masks; they come in different colours, sizes and shapes.
When we see those colours, we get pulled towards the beauty in them, which keeps on pulling us further until we start to drown, and only then do we start realizing that the picture we’d seen in our hearts had in fact deceived us. Only then do we become aware that the closer we look into that visual rendering of the mask, the blurrier it gets, and we start shouting for help…when it’s a little too late, when the damage has already played its part by ripping our hopes apart, by tearing our hearts, by disappointing the little optimism left in our souls…and we finally learn our lesson, we learn to never let colourblindness develop into myopia…for most of the times, colours are deceptive…
When we see those colours, we get pulled towards the beauty in them, which keeps on pulling us further until we start to drown, and only then do we start realizing that the picture we’d seen in our hearts had in fact deceived us. Only then do we become aware that the closer we look into that visual rendering of the mask, the blurrier it gets, and we start shouting for help…when it’s a little too late, when the damage has already played its part by ripping our hopes apart, by tearing our hearts, by disappointing the little optimism left in our souls…and we finally learn our lesson, we learn to never let colourblindness develop into myopia…for most of the times, colours are deceptive…
What a brilliant post!!
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