A sack of joy was unmade
As if the tears rolled back
Drifting away from me
Your silence and your inactivity

Is a person my own reflection
A mirror like image for completion
Is it my own cause and my own medicine
My own creation and my own making

Changing the subject and its deeds
Altering the character and its seeds
Should I seek the answer to the manifestation
The only way to my fulfilment and salvation

First line talks about you
Second line keep asking why
Third line blames the world
Forth consoles and told me to hold on...

Mirrors on wall
Reflects
The last layer of skin
Sheds
Falls under the feet
Crumbles
Crackling noise finally
Sings
The raw and naked
Reveals
The moment created
Imprints
The soft and vulnerable core
Blossoms

Wooden palette and the hand
Cigarette and the long fingers
Black velvet, smoke and the lips
Ring and the nose, flamboyance and the body
Paints
...
Just one color dipped deep
...
Inside the empty canvas
...
Words spoken and the red lips-
"Yellow is the color, the true one"