Constancy, in a cathedral of changing colors-
Each day shows its colors.
Blue Calm, yet Tormented. Red Revered, yet Ignored. Orange Spiritual, yet Inert. Green Festive, yet Subdued.
Tainted in light’s refraction, articulated a reflection through a subtle glance; This is where days are found and choices so made.
It doesn’t matter what color she picks, she picks past the skin. Past the torment and the pain.
She moves to the constant, past all of the fear.
Yet, the days – stay so near.
Sharifoto 