The town is new,
its buildings washed in grey.
The streets are clean,
it's peaceful here—
but its too quiet.

Everything here is bleak,
so colorless, drained of thought.
The people stay inside,
I can't hear them smiling,
can't see them laughing.

Today, the streets are busy,
its a funeral march of faces
they move in one direction,
headed to the same place,
but they don't go together.

They're all going somewhere.
to do something unimportant.

They built another building,
big and grey, empty of laughter.
People act out scenes that once felt funny,
but they act only for the camera,
they only laugh for the camera.

No one looks up at the sky.
there's nothing there anymore—
just thin sheets of grey.
No gold, no silver,
even when the sun sinks.

I still see gold and silver,
hidden somewhere behind the clouds.
but this town stays grey.

I reach for my brush,
longing to paint something bright.
But each stroke fades—
the colors turn to ash,
grey bleeding into my hands.

I hate this town.

These eyes of mine
They see everything

They see him helping his friends

They see her comforting her friends

They see them holding the door for everyone

They see her smiling at a strangers

They see him complimenting strangers

They see them looking so at ease

They see him craft with thought

They see her craft with care

And they see them in pretty pastel colors
Laying under the same setting sun

She gives him a scarf
It's his favorite color

He gives her a music box
It’s her favorite song

Why?
Why do I see tears on the mirror?
Why do I see…

Only me.

Just me.


Alone.

I have had enough, I just wanna leave,
This place has no love, they all just deceive,
I thought I would be someone's only choice,
Alone I am left, no one hears my voice,

I thought I would make at least one person smile,
I've struggled in vain, my efforts were dire,
I still do possess, this haunting desire,
Just want to connect, It's all I require,

It seems I have failed to build a connection,
With not much time left, I avoid detection,
So, what if there's no one, not one that would seek,
Seek out this man, when he feels so weak.

I might just do better, the next stage I'll live,
I'll write you a letter,
If I can forgive.

Feels like fear.

Depression
Is my peace.

Laughter
Helps me see.

Isolation
Is my relief.

I don't know my place,
Where do I belong?
Just where is my space?
What takes it so long?

I feel like a piece not meant to be used,
A piece of a puzzle just so **** confused,
A piece of a puzzle that could never fit,
Or just like a fire that's never been lit,

I'm like a shard from different collection,
I'm just a someone who longs for connection,
What will it take to find my puzzle set?
What are the conditions that had not been met?

I wish there was someone to show me the way,
When will they show? I'm thinking all day,
Am I just a piece that one could just spare?
Why do they avoid me, do you think it's fair?

So am I unworthy of getting to know?
Is it just something that you cannot show?
Is it so much to ask to be known?
Just what do I need to not be alone?

I wish you'd just ask, if I want to go too,
Is that a hard task? Is that really true?
Sadly I think not, I think you're just blind,
You just don't want me to be what you find.

Grey trousers with holes but few compared to his light-skin-toned shirt. One leg on the other, with a dead stare at a stack of wood shining on the fiery skylight.

it looks
he took the rights
never thinking
the same turns
make a spiral

The poverty-stricken skin and the hard-labour muscles aren’t frightening; that head's imagination or its deep void can’t be less terrifying.

the pale eyes
were toneless
—one might take
them for blind—
but underneath flesh
and inside the hollow heart
sits a little blue guy
whose chirps
aren’t recognised

The man sits in coldness. Waiting for nothing. Wishing for nothing. Numb of thinking. Sick of creating meaning.

still ******* air
and as alive as any other