I can't stop thinking about things I shouldn't think about
by wonder
As life and death while neither truly works
a fear of death and a fear of life fuels my flame
the things I do don’t particularly interest me anymore
I feel like I’m slipping away.
Silenced colors will eventually fade.
If I were to not fear death, would I be able to live?
If I were to not fear life, would I be able to die?
Neither living or dying
mere existing
what existence is this?
to dream of colors that don’t exist
is to say to not dream at all.
But colors that don’t exist envelop us in comfort
and worry falls to all.