colour₪me.
- Ceyda Güzelsevdi
- Dec 22, 2020
- 2 min read
I'm gonna do better
she said
better than you've seen me before
I will not anchor
nor flesh in the wrong skin
all the mistakes I have made
for this day
the idea I was chosen to create
as I said before
I'm all-in
till the day I die
simple as that
but sometimes
I feel alienated
the selves of mine
wrong cable in the wrong wire
the roles get mixed up
unspoken liberates
so many values
pressuring the charcoal
make it something good
a useful ornament I should behind
synthesizing both sides
not waving a question behind
at other times
those feels like
survival is diffusion
else is simply a façade you create
there are so many actions
and even more inactions
unless the fear is more
the intention is to survive
my words are all around these days
I know
I do know
but I had the wrong mushroom before
Absolum seems to be not around
and the white rabbit
I lost it
this wasn't my first
there were other doors
I chose to land in between
where am I
she shouted
her voice echoed in that many colours
maybe people colour around here
instead of using words
did it mean welcome
were they happy to see me
did they colour who they are
or the colours were what they coloured
once more
so many questions
in a different dimension
maybe a mirror universe
that's how life is recently
if you're bored
you look at the mirror and voila
you can't be bored where you don't exist
right
maybe there's a warp drive around
carrying me to the time I belong
to when do I belong
if time never existed
and when it was all over
we were never really there
then what was there
if we called our illusions
full of fantasy
as the infamous reality
then was it the simulation we played
characters we mourned
how many conspiracy theories one mind could create
shading in between
believing that was the truth
there
getting the heat from below
and the icy cold above
was the one we lost
kinful obsidian we found
but
so many stories were told
we knew some were mythic
like
surreal but
none of it really existed ?
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