I tend to change my outfit everytime I change feeling,
I want to reveal myself in a physical form to justify,
The rationality of what is occurring,
Inside my head.
I want to reveal that I've fallen in a state of complex loneliness,
Not exactly sure how I've gotten here.
Yet, like any city, I come with twists and turns and it's easy to lose exactly where you were before.
But the streets are beautiful,
Hidden beneath all the ice is something pure and mysterious.
Realizing my days, are different.
Sometimes multiple hours are different.
Maybe even minutes.
Although, I'm lonely, changing shirts once again,
To define the colors of my sadness and desires,
I imagine vivacious dreams of music and passion.
Thinking of life itself and how it feels to really live.
For now, I'm existing, not living,
And soon, I will plead for some enthusiasm or adrenaline.
Something to tell me I'm not yet gone, just alone.
And maybe show me a world,
That isn't dipped in monotone paint.
A world that isn't blue or grey,
In my eyes.