Road Trippin'
The sky is orange at 11:42pm.
The clouds are grey and paint a mural. Dull yet compelling.
Is it the artificial light reflecting?
Drive further and it becomes blue at 11:45.
Complimentary colours confessing to the grey that they exist beyond it.
Stronger than it.
Is the Earth set on fire again?
The sky is black at 11:46.
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Blind Poets
PoetryPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
