weightless and alone in a darkened room i close my eyes to realize the colors painting the corridors of my consciousness
dandelion and clementine climb up the doorway dragging daylight along with them as i sit within my own silence
it’s almost like a life sentence, the time spent in self enforced solitude
every breath choked back by stuttered sobs
every movement interrupted by wiping of waterworks
every second stalled by feigned forevers
but there’s sage and emerald breaching the back wall just barely breaking into my eye-line
green glimpses into greater times grabbing my attention mid-thought
it’s moments like these i forget color theory as if i haven’t stared at a color wheel until it spun
green grows grey
orange goes away
and night turns to day like clockwork eternally moving counterwise