All is bright, colorful and pretty in the beginning.
Everything is arranged in order, sequenced, organized, unruffled.
Feelings of peace, contentment, security, achievement, maybe even happiness.
Then, suddenly tossed and thrown about. Everything messed from inside out, downside up. Picked up, dropped. Then picked up and dropped again. Stabbing from all sides.
Confusion, disoriented, chaos.
Pain?
Maybe.
Finally, all is left in a wreck, destroyed, contorted, strew about.
All the colors in disarray, mixed up, ugly, no longer pleasing to the eyes.
The different textures combining, spoiling each other, no longer organized, no longer in order.
Nothing is left of the beauty in the beginning.
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