broken constellation
Jing Xi. 19. Antique hoarder. Flower collector. Self-taught realist. Innate dreamer.

"Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you secruity and friendship and didn't ask for anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly."





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~ Little remnants of my heart ll ~
Wednesday, December 14, 2011 @ 6:18 AM `°•.¸¸.•°` leave a comment ( 0 )
Red. 
The colour of rage and fury, 
the shade of passion and sensuality. 
Orange. 
The colour of joy and jubilee, 
the shade of humor and enthusiasm.
  Yellow. 
The colour of youth and optimism, 
the shade of energy and effervescence.
Green.
The colour of envy and vain, 
the shade of serenity and peace.
Blue.
The colour of bliss and laughter, 
the shade of calmness and clarity.
Indigo.
The colour of darkness and mystique, 
the shade of empowerment and victory.
Violet.
The colour of seduction and allure, 
the shade of deceit and beauty.                                              

 Colours can be magicians,
composers and liars;
a miscellany of sunsets and rainbows,
a medley of pastels and flora. 

 Colours can be artists,
philosophers and martyrs;
a dispatch from magnificent conflagrations.   
They can be anything you want them to be,
yet they can be everything you have never imagined.

Colours are precious gifts from God;
big pleasures found in small wonders;
magic wrapped in reality.

 Cherish their rightful existence around us,
for what would the world be without them -
colourless.

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