Hurt comes in a thousand colors
Some of them haven't been invented yet
Some of them we can't see because we're human
Some of them are revealed to only a few
And some of them have deigned to let us comprehend them
The sky is blue
Does it just reflect off the ocean?
Or is it another color of Hurt?
Too far away to be close enough
Too close enough to be special
Too regular to be new
Too big to be easily understood
Too colorful to be categorized
Blue as sadness when we pay attention
Except brilliant
And sometimes dashed with white
Sometimes bleeding red
And orange and pink and purple
At sunset
Ironically
It is most beautiful
Right before it disappears
Dissolving into ink
With an explosion of constellations
Peppering its depths
Hidden colors
Unseen to the unspoken
Unheard of to the ignorant
Maybe they make up the colors of Hurt
Or maybe they are significant in another way
Or maybe I'm just rambling on about nothing
If we were eyeless we couldn't even see color
If we were noseless we couldn't smell
If we were earless we couldn't hear
What if we humans are void of something?
What if we are missing something important?
What if there's ten more senses out there
That we are far too reasonable to accept?
For reason will get you everywhere
Until you realize you've gone backwards
And you're only confirming what you already know
Sometimes one needs to push reason aside
And leap past the physical
To see something they would normally miss
Are we missing something?
Are we incomplete?
Maybe we are
Or maybe I'm just rambling on about nothing
Mirrors reflect the person looking in them
But do they really?
What if there is a whole other parallel world
Out there
Beyond all these mirrors
But it is a nightmare
A horrible alternate universe
Where bad is good
And free is chained
And sight is misleading
And love is twisted
And everything is the opposite
Of what it was meant to be
And this twin figure staring at you
Who copies your movements
Protects you from these horrors
By pressing you back
And hardening the glass portal
Every time you touch the mirror
Or maybe
Maybe
You're the reflection
And there is an unbroken world out there
Beyond the mirror's cage
Or maybe I'm just rambling on about nothing
--written in the wondering state
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Written in the Wondering State
Poetry"If we exist only to someday cease, Who are we here to please? These drops of life we continue to seize; Do they make us thieves?" If poetry is constantly spilling out of me like ink upon the parchment of an aspiring writer, then why not write it al...
