The evening sets in 
the lights are still not on inside

maybe no one is home
or just don't believe 

darkness taints
perception 

The bars that keep me in
are just symbolic
and I know that
it stands for me

If I lift you up
but only half of you

would you be graceful

or do you only work
up or down
as a whole

There is black and white
but is the white
not just standing between 
what is black
and grey
 

Just before you closed
I stepped back
for to get a glance
of your insight
into me

Even the blind
will get confused
of what they don't see

We all stand for something
behind something
and besides something

but those are not
standing there
the others
but mirrors
that don't reflect. 

I like to see where I can't reach
it gives me something 
that I don't want

A bridge to some other side
those are the ones I like to take

at least halfway 

I was standing here
where I actually wanted to sit 

to watch the view

The lines don't come together
but close by
they mesmerize
the place between the world 
and me 

Not every day is the same as the day before
well
none of them are the same in reality
but it feels like 
they are

but I remember the ones that stood out
like fresh air that hits you

but I feel all those other days
more
heavier
It is what I am made off
day by day
cemented by forgotten time

I don't think they are colorless 
It is definitely not the opposite
but something is missing
that is normal 
though they do the same as us 

When a straight line goes up
the world distorts 

You see in me
nature reflecting