The colors you don’t wear
are not a lack
that’s evident
The words you don’t speak
cannot be represented as truth
The colors you don’t wear
are not a lack
that’s evident
The words you don’t speak
cannot be represented as truth
There is a break
it splits somethings in two
Then you end up with
two of everything
and no more whole.
Sometimes you cry
while walking down
broken streets
in broken shoes
carrying broken dreams
Sometimes you cry so hard
your face blurs
and the things around you
double
and flood over.
If you don’t pay attention
you might be left behind
A crack is forming
and in between are feet
dancing
pouncing
seizing
moments when they occur
and happen
right
in front
of you.