strangegirl.net
poetry and whatever else i might think of
drawn to close to see
separating the us from
the plain and the trite
pushing passed obstacles
blurred by indecision
but my eyes…
don’t see so clearly
reflectors and masks
color my vision
greys become blue
reds become white
blacks are just black
blocking out the common sense
muting the music that use to play in my mind
no more sound
no more light
no more imagination
just painful memories
repeating in my head
