Veracious confabulations

A zone of comfort –the school of life– he had ditched, and a faculty of mind is his embraced notion. For he realized: Travelling through hills and dells of life, hearing echoes and seeing reflections; some learned, some innate others crafted and self-made. The red is pumped. The green is growing. The blue is deep. But you never know if your blue is like mine. A scheme to which we subscribe, quenching our aching need for cuts and contrast. The blood is red. The tree is green. The sea is blue. Yet all alive. And you never know if your blue is like mine. Then, he sailed across an ocean of emotions, and flew with his thoughts through the sky. But the sea has a bottom, and the sky is limitless! Competing interestsNone. Provenance and peer reviewNot commissioned; internally peer reviewed....
Source: Medical Humanities - Category: Global & Universal Authors: Tags: Poetry and prose Source Type: research