This is for YOU...

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I am vibrant, I am colourful, I am energetic.

I make you want to smile the minute you look at me. The kind of smile that warms you from the inside out. That has you wanting more. I'm what you always wanted. Calming, soothing, vibrant, cheerful, happy. I uplift you, bring to you the moons and the stars, bring to you your very own oiece of sunshine. I am what gives you the strength to feel the warmth of the sun on even the stormiest day. I am what gives you the strength to stand tall, with your chin held high, when all the world wants to pull you down. I am what you incorporate into the very core of your being. I'm not the kind of thing that brings you superficial happiness. I am not the kind of soup that warms you just when you're cold, I'm not the campfire that warms your hands but doesn't warm your heart. I'm like love, I run in your blood, and I reach every little part of your body and make you mine. I bring with me not what you want, but what you NEED. And when I'm there the sky seems bluer, the birds seem happier, and the little boy and girl holding hands walking down the street and the old couple sitting under the shade of a tree look the same, look like us. I'm everything you need to live and more... with me you're alive, without me you're not.

Suddenly, I'm gray. All faded, and lost. Translucent, worn down. Worn away beyond recognition. The dusty old photograph you keep in the attic, the one where you can barely discern the outline of a face. I'm like the yellowed lace of your mother's wedding dress, you can't see the design anymore, I don't smell like her anymore, but when you feel me and touch me you can feel a part of you within me. I'm like the dried flower pressed between the pages of an old book, dry frail, but there. I'm not the vibrant yellow iI was, I'm the faded, inconspicuous grey. I'm somewhere in the back of your mind, dusty, cobwebby, but THERE.

And when one day you come across me, like the old book you'd forgotten about, the one you used to read everyday. And just the way you feel when you start reading it again, you feel me. there, like walking down an old path. Except I've chnaged, I'm not the strong throbbing rush in your veins. I'm the subtle undercurrent that slowly winds its way through you, permeating you, bringing back something, but not bringing it back comepletely. I'm like the shadow of what was. And it pains you, but I'm part of you. you can't make me go away. You feel like a shell of what you once were. The colours have faded, you look but do not see. The sky isn't blue anymore, it's always grey. Never changing.

I am you.

You are me.

But soon, you'll find the strom clouds clearing. The sky becomes another blue, but just as happy as before. The energy is back. Different but similar somehow. And you will learn to live again. You will WANT to live again. You will see the colours, feel the wind on your face, stand in the middle of the rain tasting the raindrops on your tongue, and tasting the lessons you've learnt. The colours you see now have a darker shade to them, but its what makes them that much more beautiful.

And you'll learn to love again. You'll still be me, but you'll be someone else too. And that's what will make everything that much more beatiful for you. Till then, let me give you the comfort I can, and let me help you live through each day. Let me give you a taste of what was once there. keep you alive till what you really need comes along. Don't turn me out. You can't..

I'm part of you

I AM you...