Untitled Number Two

Written 11/8/2006. Sometimes I don't even make sense to myself (haha) but hopefully you'll find something in it.

• It's all gray

  In the sense of sanity,

  None is present

  It's all a blur of motionless pigment

  Dancing in an imaginary realm

  Catching glimpses of faith

  Born into disease,

  It's not far

  From what is me

  Breathing into my soul

  Clutching my genes

  Mixing high-strung emotions

  A delicate imbalance

  Forcing it's way to chaos

  Misunderstood for all I'm not worth

  And everything you aren't

  We all are

  But it works the other way as well

  Grasping my breath

  Though that not which I breathe

  Is it lost, hope?

  No, not forever

  Only for now

  I cannot change this

  Only my surroundings

  So I shall, within time