All your cards are black, And all your thoughts are white. All the colors you see, Are found in an old movie. This pallet of thought renders you blind. The world is made of many shades, Stop thinking in one hue. And think of the entire spectrum, That is screaming out at you.
monochromatic is me blowing in circles like cupcake sprinkles and iron clad feathers my pores are leaking midnight drives (driving 52 in a 45) and salty salami like a low-carb diet could heal the humans of eternal despair I still feel ***** every bite of meat I take this is too much of a (betrayal) baby 16 dancing in the mirror like the universe isn't slowly dying like the art of star gazing and my bitten fingernails aren't already dead