you ARE like Picasso

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me?

Sounds have colors to me. 
They always have. moods, minds, wants, needs.
Green has the highest need for me.
It is a raucous yell and a releasing scream of a stressed child.
It needs attention.
It curls and writhes all over my pages.
The very lines in this journal move and live every day.
It is the color that is only  born in the true beings of the earth.
It covers stones and our own ruins with moss and has itself in the highest living beings.
It cannot be content to be solitary or silent.
It is the color of life.
I am content to be green.

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