I remember the first time you said you were silver.
I didn't understand, even though I thought I did.
It's not that I don't feel good.
It's that I don't feel anything.
...
Although, tonight is a small touch of blue,
swirled in with this silver construct.
I'm not trying to be distant.
I'm not trying to seem empty.
I'm just...
Feeling a little silver tonight.
...
Today wasn't anything special,
like the days before it.
They continue their ceaseless march,
whether we find ourselves able to face them.
...
16 more days.
384 hours.
I wish I could skip all of them and find myself by you.
You reflect all the colors, and I'd love to feel something other than
empty.