Silent colors swaying away, Like a blade that cuts the stars. A far reach, Yet close enough to blind.
The emotional synesthesia of my heart and mind, Conspire to light the fires beneath, And set myself ablaze on the flameless pyre.
I stare at the wares that I have created, As I continue the debate with me, myself, and I.
Ticking away. The timeless eyes. Bear witness. To the lightless skies.
The silent colors. That only I can see. These synesthetic linguistics. That fall away. Onto the synthetic pages. To which you read.
this is the color black that i read with today. I just follow what my mind tells me to say, and hopefully one day, the words that I write, will cure this fight, that I believe may never end, if not but when this happens, I may just walk away, because without this fight... I wouldn't even know what to say.