Write it down.

I’m here,

but, only for a short time.

I’ll tell you the truth.

This story of mine.

I see the world in colour;

so vibrant,

so saturated.

so beautiful.

Bright but tainted.

Asking questions,

but hiding answers.

My thoughts on a spectrum,

Dim, high to low.

Spinning.

Hard to process, harder to fight.

Can I just say, no?

What I have missed,

I forget.

One way is good and well

but the other is not!

How can I tell?

Off the bookshelf.

Reflections,

of my inner self.

Words on paper.

Soak deep and stain.

Better here.

Then in my brain.