Did you encounter a young rainbow lately?
I saw one last night, injured, bleeding colors, transforming into gloominess, and losing his tones.
The hunt for laughter became so hard, and his rarity was evolving in a world of pain.
Seem for colorless rainbows on the edge of humanity and try to mouth souls and colors in their remains.
Are you a miracle maker?

Words by Michel Ah
Art by hennie neimann