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That is actually a different perspective that I did not think of. To be honest, the colours are meant to be symbols of the flags of different nations because they sounded more 'colourful' that way

The idea of emotions and feelings relating to colors is wonderful. We often do associate them: blue is sad, yellow is happy, red is angry...etc. kind of like the movie inside out. But i just love the way you used the word canvas and to paint with colors.

Why... why doesn't this have more likes? Bravo, my friend. 

This us easily my favorite line I've read on this page in the last week: 

"Are we canvassing through paints to fill the slots with colors that we want?"

Beautiful. Truly. I can't begin to describe to you how wonderful that is. The whole meaning and emotion you're conveying is done very well. Keep up the good work!!

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If our time is so much easier than any age,

if our lives are more advanced than eons,

if our understanding has more depth than our records,

&amp;#x200B;

Then why is it that we are full of void, meekness, density, and quake?

Why do we still feel the need to angst, jerk, and twitch?

What is this want that makes us drool for reminders of doom?

&amp;#x200B;

If the tribes of our time are built to be fair,

if the ways of our era are made to be just,

if our means for our age are so clear.

&amp;#x200B;

Then why is it that we hide from these so-called glooms?

Are we lying, hallucinating, or rationalizing?

Are we canvassing through paints to fill the slots with colors that we want?

&amp;#x200B;

Is understanding what we really are?

Is 'advanced' truly in our name?

Is the easy the right way, or do we wish that it is easier?

&amp;#x200B;

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