I am a story.
I am.
black and white.
No gray.
Though clear,
intangible,
somewhere central.
Theres colors.
Many many,
colors.
Dancing,
Coalesce,
Chaotically.
Nothing lost per se,
But nothing framed correctly.
So I reached my hand out,
screaming,
take it,
To no one in particular.
The populace,
Rushed.
Took hold,
like leeches.
I regressed,
No.
I changed my mind,
again.
though tumbled still,
down holes,
with rabbits
and clocks.
Down, down, down.
The bottom,
grew farther,
myself,
grew smaller.
My vitals,
more numb and duller.
At last collapsed,
bottoms up at the end.
The sky,
Grew wide.
The earth stood firm.
Time,
It lapsed.
Null took place.
No mistake.
It was all,
Intentional.
Nothing wrong,
I swear.
Just existentially,
absent.
Nothing here,
I swear,
I'll prove,
it all.
Just a moment I need.
Realign.
Floating for now,
But fine.