the skies are checkered with black and red, an eye lingering on subtly and sunsets, a mind pondering life and death, something doesn't feel right- somethings can't be righted. some people can't be changed, an eye lingering on the twilight, a mind feeling all disdain. the night sways between black and blue, shades of incandescent light powering through, this world could use more color, a mind pondering a bland view. something doesn't like white- somethings can't be unwhited. the ceiling skies are overflowing with dripping whiteness, patterns catch my eyes in every collection, a mind lingering on false eyelid brightness, no sleep while pondering multiple perceptions- something feels so wrong something feels so wrong i can't sleep when i know there is something so wrong when i know i can't change when i know i can't i know i can't