manicxx
i'm a palette of muted colors, muted words that don't reach you anymore. have i just gotten farther away from what i wanted to be? what you wanted me to be? or am i just another color amongst the many in your palette, sitting in wait until you've found your new sky, your new light, your new "obsession" that i never was.
what is artistry? painting a canvas or plotting something sinister. I'm an artist in my head playing with these words until they stop making sense. I'm a standing still artist that stops time when i close my eyes. did the clock stop just now or did i just disappear?
am i trusted? are you telling me the truth? do you just not have the balls to put it out there and silence the air? I can't tell anymore, maybe you're the one not being trusted. is this us being boyfriend-girlfriend or are we just friends? can we go back, i don't see this going anywhere but to my head, burning tire tracks in circles.