it should be, it can be, it will be

There are times when I am stunned by the brilliance of the world.
Stunned, numbed, struck dumb.

The color, the dullness. How painful and beautiful. Rooms spilling with paint stains. Broken mirrors, dizzy reflections. Wind on skin. Tears in eyes. A gentle touch, a harsh word. Life, so pregnant and full. Life, so crashed and hollow. What is all of this? Flavor on tongue. Out of tune singing. Acceptance, apologies. Misunderstanding. Dancing. Stilted, still. Rushing, humming, rubbing, stumbling. The drum beats on. Time stops for no one. This is silly. This is hard. This is beautiful.

And someday, too, this will end. This isn't all. It shouldn't be, it can't be, and it won't be. There are days beyond these, and a kingdom that will never fail.
The broken will be mended,
and hey,
the colors will be all the brighter.