People are like colors.
Some dark, some light.
Some matte, some bright.
Some soft and some as sharp as a knife.
Some days you don’t find some shade beautiful at all
You can’t see anything good at it because it makes you fall
Into the memories and nightmares where you crawl
But you still want to believe
That there is something good in everyone
And the happy thing is that somebody else loves that shade with their full heart
Maybe your favorite color is blue
But when you see something different
You end up seeing it as beautiful too
And then you find out that the equality
Is everywhere around you
And sometimes you can not think of a change
From the familiar color to the strange
Because the old one feels like home
And you don’t want to roam
Without a destination
Eventually after all the mess
And the stress
You find it funny to admit
That you couldn’t even imagine
That two colors would split
Into a masterpiece like it
The pain bit by bit
– Minja-Milla I. <3