colour₪me.

I'm gonna do bettershe saidbetter than you've seen me beforeI will not anchornor flesh in the wrong skin

all the mistakes I have madefor this daythe idea I was chosen to createas I said beforeI'm all-in till the day I diesimple as that

but sometimesI feel alienatedthe selves of minewrong cable in the wrong wirethe roles get mixed upunspoken liberates

so many valuespressuring the charcoalmake it something gooda useful ornament I should behindsynthesizing both sidesnot waving a question behind

at other timesthose feels like survival is diffusionelse is simply a façade you create

there are so many actionsand even more inactionsunless the fear is morethe intention is to survive

my words are all around these daysI knowI do knowbut I had the wrong mushroom beforeAbsolum seems to be not around

and the white rabbitI lost itthis wasn't my firstthere were other doors I chose to land in between

where am Ishe shouted her voice echoed in that many coloursmaybe people colour around hereinstead of using words

did it mean welcomewere they happy to see medid they colour who they areor the colours were what they coloured

once more so many questionsin a different dimensionmaybe a mirror universethat's how life is recentlyif you're boredyou look at the mirror and voilayou can't be bored where you don't existright

maybe there's a warp drive aroundcarrying me to the time I belongto when do I belong

if time never existedand when it was all over we were never really therethen what was there

if we called our illusionsfull of fantasyas the infamous reality

then was it the simulation we playedcharacters we mournedhow many conspiracy theories one mind could create

shading in betweenbelieving that was the truththeregetting the heat from belowand the icy cold above

was the one we lostkinful obsidian we found

butso many stories were toldwe knew some were mythiclikesurreal but

none of it really existed ?