Seventeen

I've read and I've written, I've sang and I've spoken of a time where love was pure. Where things were simple and the universe was wide, but it seems, all those things were in another's mind for mine was chaos of purple and blue, normal and enchanting, loud and contradicting. I could never be satisfied with white. I never desired rest from my destructive mind, from my thoughts and ideas, from my ink stained heart.. all this I realized when i was seventeen.