Blue break-

And when the wind washes away the rain

I feel again

Understanding one thing and one thing only that is that I’m her in this what my mind finds a fuse.

This discrepancy at times that I’m scared to swallow,

Pushing it in turn further away.

But then I think of the wind,

and how the leaves turn-

What’s grey isn’t all so grey

when there is a shade.

A shade, a touch, a hint and no longer just grey,

Seeing that grey is somewhat solid.