I like the covers of these songs. I like the idea of getting lost in something. . . a song, a moment. Anything. And so I enjoy the lines:
a beauty I
I also felt intrigued by the bit about ". . . 10 yrs of quixotic
emotion . . .". First off, I had to look up quixotic, so thank you for teaching me a new word (I hope to someday use it against my mother in Scrabble). But moreover, only ten years?? I'd say I've been quixotic in my outlook for my whole life!!! Even now, after many years of being divorced, after facing loss and death. After watching one son nearly kill himself with addiction and another have a delusional break lasting over a week that seemed as though it might take his mind from us forever . . . I still cling to the beauty of the leaves turning in the wind, the smile of a child, and the sound of my own kids' voices, and all those crazy ideals that make me a romantic. I still imagine life with a lover who loves me. I still believe in justice and that things that happen "mean something". Maybe it's just a survival tactic--a defense mechanism. But I embrace my quixotic nature.
As far as what it all adds up to; your title seems the answer to your own (facetious??) question. All the colors of reality leave us dazzled and delighted. Or sometimes they are so glaring and violent they blind us. We are, for that reason, all on "the spectrum"--reaching out from inside ourselves--unsuccessfully mostly--but still trying--even when it's physically painful to do so.
Yes. So for that reason and more: Nice write.
I do, I must say, find it challenging to read your work with so many line breaks and with the songs inserted, but I guess it speaks to the quality of your pieces that I persevere and seek to find meaning. You are a talent, sir.