inktober 05

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lost

somewhere

between the lines 

on every page

and

between the words

that you said

i lost myself. 

i’m sorry

i am sorry

i am sorry i said hi

you didn’t want me to

but you did reply

and i said hi

you hated it

i am sorry

colours 

brown

blue

green

they were all so beautiful

in your hair

they reminded me of sunshine

and of green pastures

and i could only watch

as another

flooded it with fire.

mother

your hands
are wrinkled
and tired
and calloused
more so with every touch
almost as if
your youth
was dissolving
into me
like a happy pill
in water
effervescent
questioning
its own existence
while giving away
what little it had.

shift

i watch the darkness
shift
the tiny silver orbs
glow
the radio and its mast
and the repeated tunes
haunting
i watch
i watch
i watch the night
shift.

similarities

i wonder if i am different
i wonder if i am the same
                                               and somehow
                                               i am scared of both.