I agree our imagination is the rainbow... thats a lovely way to put it but I dont think reality is really a checkerboard and its a problem when people see it that way and judge things as good or bad/black or white and dont see all the shades of grey in between. Thanks for your feedback on this... I really appreciate it!
hmmm I think I do... like imagination is an escape to a safe place that can be however you want it to be I definitely escaped to the world of my imagination when I was a kid and reality was often a very scary place for me, but now reality looks a lot different to me and rather than be scared of it I tend to look below the surface of why people do the things they do and it seems to me that deep down everyone is still the innocent little child crying out for love that has been very mixed up by this world. Thanks for faving this by the way
Actually I blurred the lines of text a bit on purpose, to go with the thought in the poem that the lines have become blurred. Also I didnt want the letters to look too rigid as they are on the new, softer landscape that she can now see. I didn't realise it had made them hard to read but when I made it I was working with a much bigger file and perhaps making it smaller here has made it harder to read. Thanks so much for your feedback on this.. I really appreciate it
Haha, don't worry, don't make changes. From what you explained, the blurred lines are quite integral to the visual image you're presenting along with the poem. It's probably just disorientating for me to see something less defined after reading so many things with defined letters.