My world was black and white
Until I colored it red,
The color of life-
And death.
I used to jump from one place to another,
Today's for fantasy, tomorrow's for lovers.
It's fascinating how black and white-
Can change your life,
And how it will make you realize
To put down your knife.
Those tiny spaces,
The gaps in between,
That's what makes a pause,
And let's you rest.
Those tiny spots
Where the ink bleeds,
That's where the magic takes place,
And brings you best.
My world was black and white
Until I colored it red,
The color of life-
And death.
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Always on the 13th Hour
PoetryThis is a collection of prose and poetry, and a bunch of thoughts that keeps me awake every night. This is all about what goes on every 13th hour... if that hour even exists.
