Angirasa Acharya (aka Jim....) (angiasaa) wrote,
Angirasa Acharya (aka Jim....)
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Colorblind

It's been 20 yards since the roadside,
back again, at 2 AM, on the street.

Cause I don't wanna walk on the water,
it's calling me, tugging me, far from sleep.

Thinking only of the light in my head,
for it is all the same to you, and the dead.

Give me back my mind,
all the colors fade from my head.

I am colorblind from a freeway tradegy,
there's no memory, wasted eyes....

They are paranoid, and that's my problem,
I almost have to be just a memory.

I hear a far off voice scream bitterly,
Open your eyes! Get up! Get up! Please!

Stop in the shade of the roadside,
where the sun rolls like a bomb....

Tradegy, this so cold menace,
and it just came out so wrong....

It's just wild lines to me,
but things are getting clear....

I can almost read the writing,
written there on the mirror....

Thinking only of you in the garden,
too much shadow growing in my head....

But if it's all the same to you,
give me back my blue,

other colors fade, anyway,
there's just no memory.

Colorblind from a freeway tradegy,
I stay paranoid, with no memory....

I watch through Rexene eyes,
all the colors go, fade away....

Sitting in the dark, flashes of death streaking through my thoughts, I wrote this down.... Some of you might not see any sense in it but it's what I wrote, meaningless or not, it's what I felt at the time, and thought you guys could do with a bit of me. :o)

Before you people comment, read it again, this time, with depth in your thoughts, with flexibility grained into your mind as you read it.... you'll see something you likely missed the first time. :o)

Kaydeeyoh!


Before you go off wondering if I'd written this in depression, I'd like to assure you that it was far from depression, far from love, far from hatred.... It was something entirely different, quite like a feeling of nothingness.... It's hard to explain, but that's the best I can do in such a short space....

Post a reply if you deem it possible,
Kaydeeyoh!
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