It'll happen to us all
The monochrome sets in
Patterns growing short
Define insanity
I cannot
Live it
How?
You already are
It'll happen to you
Why?
I cannot tell.
I don't know.
It happen to him.
And her.
And them.
....
And me.
It's coming
Until then
Enjoy colors
Because one day
They'll fade to grey
And in your mind
They'll degrade.
When you can no longer smell
Anything but sawdust
It chokes you
Filling your lungs
And head
And eyes.
You see nothing
And memory
Becomes less
And less
Until you cannot recall
What you love.
It'll happen to us all
One day
The music will fade from our ears
And the feeling with drain from our touch
The heat of our love will freeze
But....
Maybe
One day
That frozen lake
Will fracture again
All it takes is a single crack
And the water will come forth.
Our touch will be revived
And our eyes and head washed clean
Our lungs flushed
Our colors refreshed
And
Maybe
Just maybe
Our love will warm again.
It will happen to us all
But perhaps....
Perhaps it's not definite.
What do I know?
