I'd Never Come to This Thought.

Straight forward directing stuck.
Whats now doesn't matter,
hoping for someday all day.
"Now" wants to know "Why."
I fear the color washed me out,
whats it like otherwise?
I wonder to know,
what I'm already doing.
The black is the background,
of a painting.
Technically still here,
the color of ink.
Confessing to myself now,
a paranoid difference.
Act my age

3/9
07:53