Everything in life is stained. Glass and Mind given different colors. Parts melted and blended. Clothes and personality dyed different hues. Little changes day after day as color from all of life is spewed. Day after day we are stained, dyed, and colored. Yet we never notice our original colors. Giving it away for someone else’s, melding into a symphony of vibrant hues. We mix and match. Eventually hoping to one day find that perfect balance, our end goal that we always strive for. It can be boiled down to almost anything, I call it love, and its stained too.