So.
Colours Can’t Be Felt. Only The Surface The Colours, Live Within, Can Be Touched. All of Life That Exist’s in Our Planet Known as Earth, is Some Sort of an Actual Alien. We All Live in Space. But There’s So Much Sadness And Grief. That No Matter How Much We Work For, or Are Given, it’s Never Enough.
Homesick Aliens. Waiting, Searching, And Hoping For Life That is Still Wishing to Be Connected to Something Beyond The Stars Above.
Invisible Physical Feelings Unable to Feel Reflected Colours.
Are We Homesick?. Did We Always Exist?. Birth, a Tale Told Covering Our Eyes From The Truth?. Probably Not, But it’s Difficult to Find Purpose, For Our Home is a Speck Floating in a Sunbeam.
No Wonder We All Feel So Lonely. Our Reality is Suspended in One Beam of Light. And it’s Getting Worse, The Sun Edging Closer Perhaps. Call it Global Warming So No One Freaks Out or Anything.
Strange Illusions Pretending to Understand Reality?.