Aug 15, 2018
I’ve gleaned the beauty and solace of other worlds far more more appealing than my own. Through the lacing of fingers or a shoulder shared, I’ve been transported far from the disarray of my head and the solitude of my heart. Blooming colors from boisterous laughter and emotional subterfuge from secrets shared in confidence breathe hues into the grey skies that are me. Too beautiful, too temporary. The doors to these worlds slam shut before I can get a foot in. Unfair. Maybes and apathy and sudden disinterest. Unfair. Touched by color, but not awash in it like everyone else. UNFAIR. I feel less grey and more black and it’s exhausting. I want comfort and touch not vitriol and fury.
