One after another, hand holding hand as the tip of a green trees cover my blue wires, covers the red pins and needles that fog up my black brain.

One after another I find myself constantly hoping gold moments will come from the black pain seeping in my spine from the black hebrew letters I read speaking to Hashem from my purple soul.

I keep finding pink love spotting right in front of my eyes as one hand touches another gold hand, as one hand touches the pink purple spirit enveloping my heart.

My pink heart keeps beating in my mind, as I see pure white soul coming closer and closer to my black hebrew words as I keep believing that someday I will be healed from this red sharp pain enveloping my purple spirit.