reaching out

reaching out

        you     have     been     gone           i 

forgot about          you.

your eyes        i          know      they      are pure

vacant and lonely          i want to see you

          define     us.     i       won't

reaching          o   u    t

you called me today

i        smiled

all space

revisiting.

i     can't    seem   to let you go.

distance      loses      all meaning

on     such      a        limb   i  call you
childish    it      seems     but i can't stop

pretending     its     gone     is smart
     pretending
               pretending
                             why      am      i    pretending
imissyou

STRONG

strong
is
the
new
skinny

Colouring

Open your eyes. What do you see? The same as me? Doubt it. I swear we all have different shades of green and bolder reds and things we can't even see.  Do we all see the same things? Are you where I am? This may be ridiculous but I know my world is coloured different then yours. I remember when i was a kid I hated colouring in colouring books because I had to stay in-between the lines, the sky had to be blue, the turtle was green as was the grass. Why? Because I was told to think that way.  I was told that was 'right'. If only you could see my world start from shades of grey to vibrant colours. Nothing makes sense and it never has to. Lines are crossed because i'm daring, and the colours i love most are easily found.  I promise you, my would, well its quite different than yours.  It isn't better, but its a hell of a lot more create I'd say.  Tell me, when did you decide that the water was blue, and the leaves were green, you?  Cause I know I spend my days colouring.