I paint my dreams auburn, when I know they’ll never come true, when I know they’ll be broken again.
Sometimes, I just feel life is about sailing by.
But if you live a slow death, yes, there can be such times, you need to look at the other side of life.
Look into the mirror, see those freckles and eye circles, the strands of white hair that act like a crown on your head, that chapped smile and hopeless eyes.
And force a smile. May be, just for one more instance, pray, saying that this time, God will paint your dream pink and make it true.