Colors that you want me to see as you attempt to erase those you want to hide.

I can love you and hate you at the same time. 

Is it you redrawing my beliefs and me trying to put them back?

Sometimes, with others, the frenzied inner construction zone collapsed

And I had no choice but to move on.

Who was at fault? Who was to blame?

I think, only the FLying Spaghetti Monster knows for sure.

Now I have you, and I know that even with the tearing down,

Rebuilding, rerouting, detours, and building up, I am a better person for it.

I think you are too.

Our hallucinations come together in deeper and stronger ways 

That intertwine our minds and colors in beautiful, but often painful panoramas.

Thank you for being in my life.