Washing the day away

Are you tired today? I am.

All day I've been bright, infectiously positive, I think "sunny". Now I vitally need to relax and wash all the colors off with warm water.

Something tells me to live only for today, because it is unique, as are those shades from which there is almost nothing left anymore. One moment, one shot, one day.

I am just washing away the paint. I never forget what happened today, but also not grasping the past, trying to hold the water in my hands... It will flow anyway, you simply can't hold it. It'll just stay muddy a bit longer...