It's too dark and cold, they said.
I don't blame them.
Dark thoughts.
Fear.
Black was too much.
It's too bright and warm, I said.
All their fault.
Such effort.
Stress.
Red was too much.
It's nice and cozy, I say now.
Nothing matters.
Apathy.
Free.
Maroon is bliss.
YOU ARE READING
Pointless Always
PoetryShort little poems about me. They won't make you feel any better about any issues you yourself have, mind you. However, you could possibly relate. Enjoy. I love you all.
