Red: Why did I forget what inequality tastes like. Why did I think forgiveness was easy. Selflessness isn't a gift it's a curse.

Orange: Annoying. Why did I force myself to change to fit in. Why didn't I stand up then.

Yellow: You are unfamiliar. You are warm but warmth is something that makes me uncomfortable. Its the calm before the storm to me

Green: IDK. I don't use you but I know your importance. You probably the cement I cant see.

Blue: Deep. I can get lost in it if I want to. Scary because I don't think ill find the surface or want to if I get in

Indigo: Magic. My imaginary sky, a word I belong to; a world for me

Violet: Smell. It's nostalgic, almost like a drug. Gives me a high I never knew I could get

Black: My comfort. The one thing that is familiar. My zone, my demons, my creation...



By
Lunar

They fall so deep,
Never to be seen.
The darkest depths where they hide,
No one can never seem to find.
In the shallow where they burn,
Never wanting to return.
With hopes of being their forever,
Being afraid to come out whenever.
It might be filled with wonders,
But still stuck due to standards.
To others they don't seem to matter.
If spoken might leave heart shattered.
Preventing itself from hurt.
There they'll remain as lost words.

someone said to me that
depression is like drowning
but never being able to die.

I used to relate to that.

now, I think that
maybe I've adapted
and grown invisible gills.

I haven't been able to swim
back up to the surface,

but now I'm not sure
if I even want to.

air feels foreign
and uncomfortable.

it's easier now
to breathe underwater.

Lately, I’ve found myself singing.
The songs coincidentally correlate to you.
Lately, I’ve found myself writing.
All the things I could not state to you.