their tongues spoke in languages of dim black not for the people, not for the universe, just for the humane lack their mercuries slipped into a coma of grace is it too much of an ask to grant a questioning face? their secrets molded, intertwined, & folded for the eyes to formulate the truth from the lie sorted their breathes sent beat to their hearts to syncopate that keeper then feels out of their laces or not just them alone in the Ether their dreams although vanished weren't a matter of none for the hurt to be a double impressionist's helixed one their souls craved for a carve of that humble form so do they submit to rain & dance under the thundering storm? cliché or not somethings are left unsaid without a period dot blunt or rude better feel shame from faults than when **** what does it mean, to be delicate's recipient ? to be an exception to the head of a never lenient? what does these ancient walls say? if the colors of the face couldn't cover up before that end day? a crime to deny them sensations to get to know someone in six conversations
the sky was grey and i couldn't feel my body. my head was heavier than suburban slammed doors, and the presence of sidewalk strangers sent trembles of panic through to my core. my ears are already pierced, but i winced at high school football whistles and garbage trucks and rattling engines and raised voices.
do you remember the museum? do you remember burying your head in your dad's shoulder because the world they warned you about was too grey for your hazel eyes and golden soul?
don't forget. it is not a world you have to live in. you must not find safety in greyness. there is none for you there
just a visit lifts the limits for the color of blood to become a stranger now my hopes are all in danger do I avoid the future be a savior? do I souvenir the past a cinnamon flavor? people you knew not pictures the memory drew like the bone failed it pains to sustain then in blink to be fractured drained the mirror cries with me but in my head laughs and mocked screams now not my territory maybe a new ceremony me attending alone counting stars and skipping stones am I the weird one? the dresses on the opposite borders not fitting on that ferris wheel I stay sitting the skied view more interesting than the far party track staring at one piece when the museum is packed