life in grey


i no longer draw
or paint
black marks kisses my skin
few things i missed
smell of turpentine and linseed oil
mixing colour
people say its not good to sniff it
hell yeah i sniff it all up
it takes me to my own world
dream… dream of dreamers

now… i slowly forget how it smell…
how it feels to mix red… blue
everything is black and white
words now become images
images of feelings
trap like a fish in an aquarium
mark rainbow trails of journey
colour of life in a grey…grey world.

_bungarumput | March 11, 2015