Colors of My Life
2023-03-19 14:09:48 (UTC)
Before it's too late
When I taste the bitter coffee.
When I feel the shifts in the temperature.
In these moments, I leave my prolonged daze
And listen to my beating heart.
My clothes, my classrooms, and my body,
Were always there,
Serving my untameable hunger.
But I lost touch with them,
And they sunk into the background.
So now, I lie in striped clothes,
A tube connected to my nose
With nothing but an ashamed soul.