Noename

Words do not exist in my head,
They rest at my fingers, and torn papers
surrounding my bed.

Color does not rest in my eyes,
I see nothing but shapes,
and gray skys.

Knowing me, is interesting you see,
Who is this 'me',
Depends on the day,
Depends on what they say,
I am everchanging in a silently suddle way.

As are we all.
Least, that's what they say.

-NN