Not black but a fading grey A low perspective I see as a child Only in colours And my own vocabulary And with only my tone I talk to the world And it talks back while it twirls And I'm back to just being a little girl With the soft air holding my hand Walking me through Talking me through Because I'm still scared of being alone I need you And i'm skipping but i just don't show it And Im laughing but my mouth fails to move Fails to do Anything Because i lost the world I lost the air And i lost you