and    then
    it       was
real.

everything     was
         real         and
i      didn't
                  like
   it.

i          wanted
    it          to be
fake
      everything   to
be
          fake     and
soaked
              in
                   color.

so               I
      traced        the
sky            with
      silver
and             I
       traced      the
stars          with
       silver
and             I
       traced      the
trees          and
     the          grass
and        the      birds
       and     the     rain

and            I
      traced      my
friends       with
      silver      and
my          family
        and
   then

i           traced
     myself
with
       silver.

                and
in the end?
in
      the
             end?

everything
                   was
     traced       with
silver
          and
                  filled
with       red     and
         dotted
with          gold
       and
                 threatened
with      black

and in the end?
in
    the
          end?

nothing was real.
nothing
             was
                     real.