Colors. 

And I’m so busy,  

sharping the blue puzzle to fit the green one. 

But I forget

that they never mean to be together. 

Blue and green themselves are seriously the worse combination for that painting of mine. 

I’m so busy creating the fantastic world that labeled my fantasy, 

forgetting that sorrow and peace will never be the same. 

I forget that the blue puzzle will just be so blue. And the green one will be forever green. 

Something I have never seen,  

I’m also blue from touching the blue,  I just have no clue,

And without glue, 

I’m stuck. 

The artist,  becomes the blue puzzle, 

running around in the pink fantastic world with the gray sky, 

full of,  

salty drops. 

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