on July 29, 2010 by Mitchel Jonas in Stories, Comments (1)
Colors // Poem
White went to grey
Grey went to black
The black blankness was there
Nagging
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
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
Colorful
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