Palette

Perhaps one day
these barely coherent
4am thoughts
jotted down wherever
my pen leded hand
found suit
in the darkness
of my bedroom
like haphazard splotches
of paint wiped off because suddenly my brush feels to heavy
to hold on to
so i keep it there
as i try to fight off my eyes
which keep fluttering shut
and as my brush
bleeds on the canvas
i wonder

Perhaps one day
It'll all make sense