Being judged for what you want hurts,
but when I told you, you could only look proud.
Only then I cried.

strange words,
weird dreams,
it's normal.

it's too dark to be cozy
and not enough to be scary.

It was a nightmare,
It still is a nightmare,
Even when I am not asleep.

I'm not going to lie
and say that everything and everyone in my life
is dark and empty

I have red passion for art
Joyful experiences of yellow with loved ones
Green days of peace, and sweet blue rest

But when you add colour to black paint
It's still black
And I am still sad
Please, understand that

24.01.20