Some days I need a yellow sea, to drown myself in warmth. Some days I need to see sanity in the world in her marble eyes. I need photographs and lines; while some days words are the only way I can find a passage back to being connected to life.
Always, I need a part of him, for winds to blow me into ripples of smile.
He keeps walking further and further away. Life on hold, running low on things to fill the gaps in shallow breaths and the cracks in my eyes.
"This too will pass" screams out my desperate mind, "I will drown in colour, I will be alright! But words are nothing but Mayflies, fading slowly into the dark.
these wonderful words are by a wonderful Poetress - Cloud-Factory