So many days,
Years of moments collided.
Lifetimes
Spent spitting out words.
Like venom,
Like honey.

So many colors
And stars that fly across my vision.
Filling me up
And pouring between my teeth,
Broken from their dam.

So little time
Before it went grey
And rocks were crashing from the sky.
Before inspiration had left
And my pen seemed to always waste it's ink.