Silent colors swaying away,
Like a blade that cuts the stars.
A far reach,
Yet close enough to blind.
The emotional synesthesia of my heart and mind,
Conspire to light the fires beneath,
And set myself ablaze on the flameless pyre.
I stare at the wares that I have created,
As I continue the debate with me, myself, and I.
Ticking away.
The timeless eyes.
Bear witness.
To the lightless skies.
The silent colors.
That only I can see.
These synesthetic linguistics.
That fall away.
Onto the synthetic pages.
To which you read.
this is the color black that i read with today.
I just follow what my mind tells me to say,
and hopefully one day,
the words that I write,
will cure this fight,
that I believe may never end,
if not but when this happens,
I may just walk away,
because without this fight...
I wouldn't even know what to say.
