Take my time,
but it’s alright,
it’s my life
You don’t own me.
criss cross, the paths interweave
tick tock, time gets loose
simultaneously healing and hurting
– life gets loose.
When I find the one, the thing, the way,
(you know you want it)
Who’s to say,
Where it is?
“What is red?
Where is red?
What is blue?
Where is blue?”
fucked if I know.
red, blue and a kaleidoscope inbetween – a myriad of possibilities, signifiers, reasons, meanings, readings and more.