Not black but a fading grey
A low perspective
I see as a child
Only in colours
And my own vocabulary
And with only my tone
I talk to the world
And it talks back while it twirls
And I'm back to just being a little girl
With the soft air holding my hand
Walking me through
Talking me through
Because I'm still scared of being alone
I need you
And i'm skipping but i just don't show it
And Im laughing but my mouth fails to move
Fails to do
Anything
Because i lost the world
I lost the air
And i lost you