// All the colors above endlessly // Nothing //
Everyone is telling me the sky was different yesterday
Everyone took photographs to lock the scene
Even them were able to see who usually doesn't but not me
I like to see sky most days.
I fall in love of it's all the shades
But yesterday I was drowning in love of a voice I never heard under a monolith concrete ceiling and four walls and it made me wonder all those naps I took, who was it singing me lullabies
Sky was yesterday as droplets of blood all of the floor in its own canvas as the sun settled to the fact, moon to come over. I saw this in the photographs. Or it was even more, like showering lovely petal clouds in alight of golden shines of
a airy wine that everyone got some addiction for you for some time..
What was it for? Stayed beautiful to other's? Was it fun? I beat it was.
If you were a human would you have missed me that I wasn't there?
I have liked you in your plane dullness and dark times of alien nostalgia
that is so strange
Which everyone else never notice but I always do,
I fall in a bewildering feeling,
how you never speak a word,
In my language and my talks,
they're talking psychedelic turns.
All the colors of you are beautiful and I wish even to be more like you but you're nothing, a big amount of ocean of emptiness and I'm so far from ever to get closer to you in emotions, cause I get numb when I think over things a little bit. .
You're still something and many things at the same time and ironically I'm the one who's not really anything
to anyone, but I know we
both know that we bleed
in the same type of colors
written on 14/11/17