What does blue look like to you?
if your blue was my red
and your red was my blue
We may be looking at the same thing.
differently,
We may have favored the same color.

Perhaps you don't look up
because the afternoon skies seem dark
or you don't visit the park
because a field of flowers
doesn't unburden your heart

is it true?
Quite impossible to tell
I cannot see you like the leaf sees the branch
or the coral in the sea
Such a connection is severed at birth.
I think we can agree

This is why silence is truth
because nothingness is unchangeable
it is a place where the mind begins
where we build our being
with the things
taught to us
in order to enable
or disable

In this world of deception and lies.
Where life seems to pass me by.
My dreams exist in an immaterial plane.
Manifesting in feelings I cannot explain.
However, I struggle to expel all the garbage I've been told.
And my mind is fit to burst out of its mould
The mold that grows on the surface for all to see.
will not silence the real me.
So this is my story
As told by i
How I cured the rot
or dared to try

we will grow old and torn apart
let us make our time last
let us never become the past

determination and focus
words buzzzzing beyond my confidence
transcending my reality
blazing within my conscience
what is it to live with to word that hates towards
the kind I am off

insidious world

I guess we will find out with time