You showed up… Or maybe you showed off… It’s all a little murky as it happened… Even now… in controlled recall.
You looked at me the way we stare at the sun… Not for long… All for wrong… Reasons.
I now wear these lemon glasses indoors and outside… To have this standard filter… Day and night…
But mostly, I was sold into an idea… Enabling me to think that my stale words… In this faint shade… Will sound a little bit bright.
As you try to figure through my eyes the thin hazy line… Where blends the fractured truth and the porous lie… How I see you in this light.
Maybe we all just want to be treated right… Expecting reciprocity… Forgetting that what’s mutually possible, is to be treated the best that we can… And that will never hit the scales even.
danDAman 