Every night I close my eyes to sleep. Every night the same beautiful colors dance around me. There is no pain. There is no sadness, there is no hurt. Where did you come from? I ask.
Where? Right here. We came from within you. We are you: the red, blue, yellow, pink. Blood, bruise, anger, fear, pain; that’s us. Your soul has drowned in us.
Now you don’t feel the feelings, now you see colors, now you FEEL all of us as a part of you. We are your pleasure. Your dancing companions. Isn’t it pretty? they asked. The rhythms are to die for, don’t you think? And die I shall for the beauty around me.
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A vivid, complicated dance.