The Color White
laying flat on my back
I stared at gradations of white
the ceiling nothing but layers of light
but no color
as if it is everything and nothing
like me.
It has potential to go either way
or remain the same.
I love the color white
It inspires me to make a light
yet colorful path
as to not be unspent potential.
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Puffing Pachyderm
Just lost; occasionally looking for an unclear something or overwhelmed nothing. Mostly distracted trying to chase the wind, an equally impossible task. Never prepared, it slips over and under all about the room never taking shape or forming thought. Scared to move past predictable, dreading the inevitable reoccurrence of the past. Personal torture undefined by tomorrows ideals or today's good fortune. Every nightmare rooted in yesterdays folly. Fear a weight to the heart spawned from multitudes of misinformed decisions. Roaming lost forever.
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