sometimes I sit in the dark
play Runaway until I cry no more
sometimes I write less
because I am afraid
afraid my words mean less
sometimes I look in the mirror
the stranger's empty eyes stare back
the cavity in his chest bleeding blue
sometimes every task feels labored
sometimes getting up is the worst part of day
the sky black
the grass a blinding white
the leaves off green
sometimes I wish I could see in color
