Black

Betwixt be the tailor of souls decimated by brutal connections that drain into oblivion scattered pieces of wreckage encompassed by distance fears that no longer are present. Colors fade into black and white yes and no, depart from these and fall victim to the renaissance of corruption words lost in cryptic tales thought to have meaning fall to the ground broken like glass, and blown away like dust. Concede not the details of time lost. For have you not grown or are you still as the hermit crab stuck within your first shell to afraid to step out naked and cold, too afraid to find your new larger shell for fear of being exposed, not knowing that this exposure is necessary for the next stage of growth. Palpitations of the soul screech in darkness seeking out ridges of the cliff to cling too. The well is not dry ,draw from your own well, quit stealing from others for if the waters are never stirred or drawn they run stagnant all is thick with poison perspective askew blaming the wall, for your fear sitting in the sun only seeing black, this is your cause, not the wall or even the night.