The broken in between while happiness is left for something to find.

The blackness behind the blue. Truth in nothing while reality waits.

Emptiness attempts with the morning calls after a noon’s sleep.

Yesterday’s problems.

Meaningless memories from a time that used to make sense.

Helps me miss the mornings..

I love and feel through my broken seams. The fucked misses I mean.

The blue days before dark nights are hardly.

I miss you and wish things the way I thought they’d.

I wish things were different.

Fix ourselves before looking for the never known. Crazy we are.

Alone before the thoughts we know and haven’t grown into.

The something that constantly looks. Our personal evil that plays in the space between the place we aren’t supposed to see.

Afraid by the things that shouldn’t be. The noises and emptiness behind the black oaks in the backyard.

They were yellow. But creation might.

you’re way off.

your way of seeing.

your way of seeing the belief that’s believing.

this is confusing because no one else sees. the dead nights and dark places between what is. the cracks and spacing between being.

grey.

The blacks and blues in my mind try to help some. It was more fun when I was young and ridiculous.

Meaningless Monday mornings make things more difficult.

Not sure handling the is.

Placing things where they don’t belong. Moving the right between the left and wrong.

People pretend and lie.

You.

Sadness and happy. Scenes behind the messy screens of life. Behind the black and white of open eyes.

Steer straight or lose your feet. The monsters of what will remain.

Follow.

Emptiness becomes and daylight brings something. The endless speaks sometimes.

Left and right are the up and down of reality that misses.