#447-Away
21/10/2018
Beautiful shades of color.
Harmonious.
Blending.
Co-existing.
But it’s only an old wall,
Covered in paint.
With cracks,
Lines,
Flaws.
Splattered with words,
Shouting madly,
With no one nearby,
To listen.
I’m walking by.
Ear pods blaring songs.
Glancing past silent screams.
No second thoughts.
Somewhere else.
Ignoring senses.
Deaf to life.
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