Life and then colour, it was blank without honours so much more as if we had withered long ago but still living and breathing. My story was three storey with a wooden floor and a balcony of diagonal carvings, there I sat all day watching the trucks that roll pass my gates, they headed somewhere my soul craved but desires were better a birds song, one you couldn't tell what the message was but a message was passed. I looked down and my tears nearly dropped, was hoping for bliss with all these diamonds and glitters but something was cold like in the fridge and it ran through my spines' ingredient. I had a birth mark I was told but there's too many scars I couldn't tell, I searched my whole body to find a link between the sweetest part of the past I've forgotten and the bitterly sugared days am living, I found none.
Before I get too affectionate with pain and pay for the mistakes I've made, there is a bridge in my hometown from where I would see clearly the provocations of my heart and just underneath it, the river that takes it all away. I spent the better part of my life swimming these waters, some days I'd watch the colour of nature, thought it green but colours were just there.