-„Our World... my world“-

I used to write poetry that went something like this:

you....

they...

them...

but there is no THEM or YOU, or THEY to talk about

There is now, and emotion, and color

there is simplicity, boredom, and freedom

There is color, the color red that represents everything and nothing

there is life pretty and plain

there are people beautiful and alive..

and there is blindness that hides our eyes.