today is one of those days
when the sky is a patchwork of blank A4;
blindingly colourless,
waiting to be tainted by an iridescent pallet
and transformed into a masterpiece.
i am the sky.
YOU ARE READING
Small Talk
Poetry❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry: sometimes i like to pretend that i can write poetry when there's things i want to get off my chest ]
