Aberration

A mind weighed down by what is and what may be...
 
A heart stuck between desire and a yearning for connectivity...

What is lost may never return.. 

Yet our charge to press on echoes in every hall entered by our uncertain feet...

A child, wandering between realms both of which he does not belong to...

He is the aberration...Though in the end are we not all aberrations of our own creations...

Minds swirling with limitless potential for greatness, yet still for unspeakable despair and misery...

Plastered to the canvas of the world in colors, in hue's unidentified...

Eager to tell the world of how our color differs from others...

When the art remains just...