I don't see what i used to see.. I don't see how i used to see..
The colours seem so bleak
Like a dried up marker, Giving out the last plaster of paint. It leaves a tale, the text, half-untold.
A blank.. It's an empety space in my mind.. It's an empety space in my life!
I know it was filled in once. But now like the marker, pieces are missing.
Fading away with the people who left. But replaced by the people who came. New markers, to fill in the blanks and yet again fade away with time.