right in front of me…

looking into the sky…
thinking of nothing…everything…
looking at this old familiar hue…
wondering…wondering…

and grass is green…
clouds white…
bricks red…
dirt brown…

why didn’t i notice these before…
a newness…
fresher days…
allowing colors to seep-in…

man in an olive jacket speaks…it is 75 degrees and he’s wearing a jacket…he keeps talking and talking…to me…to himself…no questions just blanket statements…babble really…incoherent mumbojumbo…i tune him out…i tune him out…why…

looking into the sky…
thinking of nothing…everything…
looking at this old familiar hue…
wondering…wondering…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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