I heard silence in the cobwebs of your soul while everything else walked as if lost inside of the belief that all you see is black and white. Then, I watched you crawl in search of truth among faces with eyes that held the illusion of everything you think you want in life.
Your fingertips seem to know more about your emotions than your tears do because you touch each hurt your heart mentions until they bleed. I watch you pause, and look over your shoulder for yesterday almost as if you wish it would never leave.
I wonder if you will ever learn how simple the feel of your own skin could be if you would just not let anger write its name on your walls carelessly. Perhaps then, you could see the sunlight of a brand new day and accept the shades of gray that color me.