Gold rush

though the weather is dreary, cold, and slowly becoming one big swish of gray
and i thought i was going to lose myself and become part of this monochromatic world
today is a day where the color is starting to flow in my veins again
its coming out of my finger tips and touching the lips of those
who care enough to notice

i want to give myself to people, i want the color to spill onto them
splash and mess up their perfect lives, add some ferocity and vivaciousness

i still have a heavy weight on my chest, shoulders, everything else
like a pack mule
not knowing what that is
but my eyes arent so glazed over, glossy

tomorrow is a new day.