I was once a young girl who wore rainbow colored glasses. Through those multi-color, techni-color, beautiful lenses I could see the world. In the world, everything was beautiful. All the colors were vibrant, each sound more awe inspiring than the last. Each touch softer, more comforting. And everyone looked right in their own skin.
We were all happy.
I looked at you through my rainbow glasses and saw a beautiful boy. A beautiful boy, with a beautiful voice, and the softest touch I had ever known. Listening to your voice, each story was beautiful. No matter how hurt or broken your soul was, no matter how sad the story - I was at peace just listening to you. I looked up at you through my love filled rainbow eyes and watched tears of the brightest colors roll down your face. The colors more beautiful than any I had ever seen. I caught them in a bottle and saved them, selfishly keeping them for my own.
At some point, a long time ago, I had to take off my glasses and put them away. I was forced to see through glasses with the prescription of “Reality”. All the colors seemed dimmer, voices harsher, touches harder. The soft caress of the wind and the beautiful color of the grass, gone. All the people suddenly became more depressed. More full of hate. Lonely, broken, ugly souls. No one comfortable in their own bodies. In their own minds. Raving insanity and criminals in the streets - no one safe in their own beds. I looked around this foreign, disturbing world. And I saw you. Just as beautiful, just as soft, just as sweet as through my rainbow lensed world. And in a world where I was afraid, where I was doomed to disappointment, I knew there was always going to be at least one touch that would comfort me in my time of need. One kiss, one voice. And I knew I had to pass on the beauty. I want the world to see as I do. So I took my glasses in one hand, my bottle of technicolor tears in another, and passed them in opposite directions. As I watched them sail from hand to hand to hand, the world became more vibrant again.
And I reached over and I grasped your hand in my own. Because I am safe.
The world is beautiful. The sounds are beautiful. The light is beautiful.
You are beautiful. I am beautiful.
Everyone is beautiful.
… Pass it on.
