Air turned cold
Occasional encounters,
actual or virtual,
provoke unnecessary uneasiness
Your eyes still prove unvearable.Warmer colors faded;
gave way to some monochrome,
black and whiteDevoid of complex,
incomprehensible,
romanceThe longings ever present,
though,
the world is so much easier to paint
in just black and white.
YOU ARE READING
Words and Nothings
Thơ caTiny, pseudo-random tales of a human male in the form of poetry.