Silence of color

I was always lucky for good people. Each of them inserted an important piece of mosaic in that unfinished picture of the world that I painted for myself. Everyone brought what was missing for me. Everyone necessarily taught something. By and large, I am the result of their efforts, their pale shadow.
Time flows, and life is inadmissible time, generously leaving the closest, most important ones nearby. The most loving and merciful. They do not need to explain anything, with them you can not be afraid to be weak or stupid. There is no need to make excuses in front of them - they forgave me on the eve of my birthday, without conditions and forever.
Because everything that I have in my soul is now is gratitude and love. Gratitude and love