kaleidoscopic when I finally let go, I discovered that memories were nothing but dusty shadows of what they once were. There is some pain somewhere, dull, but it lost its pounding intensity and grip on my reality. Already faint and distant.
Instead I focus on the colours of today with their sharp edges and intense volume - breathing, hearing, tasting, touching.

And yet, sometimes the colours of today soften and flow into what can be tomorrow - kaleidoscopic permutations and combinations of what is attached to the ends I hold in my hand now.  ¶ 10:58 PM