Thoughts hang in the air
Waiting to be noticed
What if they had a voice?
Would they finally be heard?

Someone asks me how I feel
I cant seem to put them into words
They're so high up
I can't seem to remember what those thoughts were

Who or what I used to be
Before those thoughts flew away
I'm just a canvas
A mere reflection

A blank canvas ready to be painted upon
Because my own color is gone