And I felt like concrete between the trees,
too easy to be seen
yet
too normal to be thought about,
pointed out way too often,
to only in a short while be forgotten.
To blend in I painted myself green
but somewhere
between the brush strokes I lost me.
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 1:00 PM UTC
And I felt like concrete between the trees,
too easy to be seen
yet
too normal to be thought about,
pointed out way too often,
to only in a short while be forgotten.
To blend in I painted myself green
but somewhere
between the brush strokes I lost me.