As I sit isolated on the bus this afternoon, I
hear all the familiar voices and anonymous chatter. I gaze
out my right-side window and wonder if I'm the only one who
notices such things, the only one who pays much attention. I see
nothing but clear reflections in the rain drops which fall against
the window, yet I still search for something more.
I see how pretty even the color in the grass and dirt is. I see how
great it is to be able to see color and hear the beat. To think
that many people aren't allowed such capabilities is absolutely
astonishing. I see an increasingly vivid and bright rainbow and
wonder what it would be like at the end.
As easy as it seems, I'd think many people would be able to
tell me what it's like. I wonder if there's only a
reflection of intertwined colors, or if it's just so much more.
Though, as we get closer to the rainbow, I pay more attention to
what it may become. Though, as we get closer, it becomes
increasingly transparent until finally, it disappears.
This is when I realize, life is like a
rainbow.