Vivid

"I open my eyes and see only black and white, the blue skies the same kind of lonely as everything else.

i hear the birds singing out in the distance somewhere untouched and new, but their melancholy rythym still the same poison i embed in my veins, i never thought life would become such a stranger but never more than i am to myself . A stranger yet lost in the illusion of life. 

i wonder how beautiful life would become in vibrant colors that could cover the dullness, the only thing i have only known. The birds singing a new tune of such great beauty, my lungs filling with the magnificanice I surround myself with. 

Inhailing and exhaling each  breath  leaving my hollowed lungs only to return, trapped and caged  in a world  where only the essense of beauty exists and only blinds the best of us, leaving us questioning our worth, determing our own beauty, defining ourselves with words only to be described as swords but for what are we doing all of this for?  We seem to be doing it only for something as so craved for as affection and meaning. "