Colors in The Things I Write When My Mind Won't Sleep

  • March 6, 2019, 3:50 a.m.
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Red seeps from every pore
saturating the world with crimson
stifling in its oppressiveness
but hopeful

Green stares back at you
from across the room
the reflection of an escaping emotion
in your drink
in your eyes
in your heart

Yellow is fading
the sunshine rare
the gold fleeting
but its there
hold on while its here

Blue is everywhere
drowning every interaction
surrounding every victory
Blue is now
but Blue is not forever


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