It's easy to tell one thing from another. But what holds a thing in its certain position are only fine lines. All it takes is for one colour to blur beyond its assigned boundary and very soon, everything will end up in a whirlwind.
My thoughts are somewhat similar. For a moment I can tell a thing from another. And then the next instance, I find myself indulging in the thought of something purely imaginary. And I hate those moments.
But I love the picture.