The colors are melting today Into pools of muddy goop It's funny to see the trees usually so loudly green now grey But not like in winter No-today they are not even grey
The grey has also slid into the puddle Left is only a void where the trees used to be for without their colors outlined against the blue (now voided) sky their forms cannot be identified
I wander through this forest of trees that no longer exist Just a memory of a woods that used to be How strange to walk amongst mere impressions The smell of pine has faded with the green and left faint traces to cling only in my nostrils
Soon, I know my colors will also join the wet mud now sticking in the treads of my shoes They will run down my neck, onto my belly, and trace drops down my legs All the brown and beautiful blues my pink lips and even my heart
All will become a void As the forest exists only in my mind So shall I colorless and chaotic