Papa Squeeze from Hanabi by FLTLNDS

This shade of blue
won't leave my head,
no, now that I'm awake.
It's presence: blinding,
intensely growing,
moving all in place.

"But hey
where's your frame of mind?"
She said to me her darling son,
"Gone,
blown to the atlantic,
where it no longer haunts my thoughts."

This shade of green
won't leave my head,
no, now that I'm asleep.
It's presence: comforts,
calmly, stable,
holding all in place.

"But how far can I take this?"
"You've got to hold your thoughts my son!"
"My realities misplace me."
"Just bite your tongue, you don't speak from the heart"

No moment builds a resume,
rather a reflection of the times,
and mirrors were all I saw growing up.
My eyes would stare at the hues,
the blues, the greens,
and everything in between.

Yet, it tremendously ages
this world that I come from.
Now it seems to be clear
that I may never be found.
The hues are all vacant
in the eyes of the common.
My pallet to vast,
misunderstood.

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