What was once the name of many
quickly became the name of few.
My pencil fell down,
and drew heavy lines over
my life.
I scratched and climbed
hoping to let some lightness through-
there was none.
Only dark lines.
Voices telling me to fake it.
I disregard,
and paint naked lines over it anyway.
Blue
and
red.
Happy colors i suppose,
but then again,
nothing is real any more;
a dream maybe?
I just try and make it a place I want to be.
Colors
and
Love,
within my small place of serenity,
it was home.