I do everything in technicolor. Kind of like those flowers above. I am trying to figure out what that means – technicolor.
To me it means I do everything big like Texas hair in the 80’s.
When I cook it’s great and there’s tons of it. When I entertain its always a big deal. When I dream it’s in technicolor- I can taste, feel, smell and feel. When I give (whether it be my love, my time, or what have you) it’s big. I have a big ole heart that I wear on my sleeve and an ass to match. I wear loud colors, big diamonds, and I always smell delicious.
There’s just no missing me.
I am told I am the giver of energy. That’s probably why I am tired a lot because I allow people to suck the life out of me.
Oh who knows if I buy into all that “stuff”.
I know I probably should have had red hair to match my temperament and personality.
“Your too emotional” They say
“I’m must being myself”, I reply.
And so it goes.
2 thoughts on “Technicolor”
Did you know: no one ever thought about whether or not dreams were in color until they had experienced black and white films. I always figured that the only people who don’t dream in color were like my dad — colorblind.
No! I had no idea- I always wondered how blind people dreamed.
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