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Lilac to Grey


Everything was lilac 

Everything was warm

Everything was simple 

 

You could hear the waves crash on the shore 

You could hear the birds singing

You could see the future and it didn't seem out of reach

 

There was cut grass in the air 

There was warm marshmallow painted on your mouth

There was sea salt in your hair

 

Everything is ominous now

Everything is chilled

Everything seems scrambled like a crossword

But there's not solutions 

 

You can hear dead leaves hit the ground

You can hear cars colliding 

You can hear shots of a gun echoing through the streets

 

It  reeks of death

Air so cold it burns your nose

And your lips are cracked like the pavement below your feet 

 

This darkness feels so normal 

Yet a year ago was so full of light

But that was then 

And this is now 

 

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