Filtered

These glasses are not rose colored they are blood red tormented glass as fragile as my heart, as brittle as my bones, as beautiful as your wit. Candle light glows in a sanguine sea, unified shards take shape preceding soft green landscapes and the bright white, fog laden sunshine. Go dance among the lost and stomp upon the angels who left you no choice but to bake alone in the light of your grief and find a long lost friend you call yourself. We all lose gold in life some, like you, find diamonds to replace the filtered auric that is your life.