Colors // Poem

White went to grey

Grey went to black

The black blankness was there


Although still functional in life,

Still having the urge to move forward

Missing something,

Without knowing

Chance encounter

Hopefully not just a rebound

Picking fresh flowers like a teen

The spring dew drips off the flower

It drips down to the ground like ink


Slow motion

It splatters and writes a name

Back to normal motion

Walking around in the moonlight

The names appear hear and there

In between

Joking, Laughing

Writing on shit, not caring

Grey turns to white

White turns to something potentially


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