Might.

Colours might. Least they try to fit in between the reckless unwoven seams.

Nevermind the nonsense that bothers me. Rewind the good and happy things. “I’m fine.”

Likining me to the wild feel frees. Maybe next time dear.

Awful thoughts chasing uncaught behaviors that used to mean something. Bad words transcribed through an empty mind leads to destruction. 

These are the dumb things people use as phrases to feel smart.

Still confused on the whole marking of words, although I’m mostly sure it’s a play.

I’m wrong mostly. That’s what she implies, anyways. I agree.

Brilliant colors amongst the hazy and digress.

Mesmerizing the gorgeous that makes us mean.

It’s not really. It isn’t reality. Fleeing the never that always was.

The grey in between the white that’s never seen. Darkness that’s never been.

Sleep that lies awake.

Pick up and pack your bags, as..

today’s when we make ours.

Trees broken, with indifference they mean.

Quiet amongst.

Words are magic, in the right way. They’re to work with and.. use.

Indifferent deeds. Insignificant successful fails.

Peaceful play along.

Undelightful paths in covered rain. Likeness along the looks. Grains covered with salt. Green across the never that wasn’t supposed to mean. 

Nevermind the what. That well within the sparks in our beautiful mind.

Flow and pulls,

crisp likeness of the fresh, dead wind.

Black eyes through dark nights staring at the..