He thought she would stay but she was smoke dancing from his cigarette entangling herself in his lungs he could not hold her she left swiftly and softly flitting away through his exhale
I see colors not sure what you see why do you put them together like you do? it is not what they mean you got it all wrong interpreted to traumatize to shape fear into profit not what colors mean not where eyes came from not what light shows you in the darkness of whiteness
and all of the sudden nature churns from the depths a superhuman a foundation a stage shoulders to put weight on which chaos performs mistaken identities bartering whiteness out of control begging for mercy at its end demanding intervention fake worth learning to love hatred misplaced ignoring birth not unnoticed failing existing in nature’s realm of severity all beat up with its weaponized enemies
Something so simple, Something so easy, Is so hard for me to do. Repeat in my head the billions of possibilities that may occur, and end up never doing one. Instead, I go on, regretting the things I never did, or don't have the courage to do again.