Paint it all black because I can’t even see it anymore.
The colors that have been etched through time continually fade, but we grab onto its everlasting threads.
What I can’t comprehend is still there; I’m just afraid to glance it.
You over there, what’s life handed you?
Is it merely the crumbs you beg for?
I’m tired of all the hassle that brings me down.
I hope you interrupt my speech with pleasant words of love and affirmation.
What a welcome surprise. I assumed it was to be muted tones for awhile.
You give the overture the name of a new beginning
While the colors are beginning to turn.
You. Me. Standing here in the brisk sunlight.
And I ask you.
Can you comprehend?
