Amidst the known, yet unsafe.

Amidst the same color, yet disconnected.

Amidst the familiarity, yet alone and empty deep down.

Amidst the depth of winter is the blocked darkness I'm afraid of opening.

I cover it with layers and layers, until nothing penetrates, and is left with nothing but a hard rock that is being painted by nothing but the supposed colors of life.

Moves closer to the colors, and fragility consumes me

Perhaps, staying close to the colorless is safer for the colors destroyed the entirety of my soul

For I might sink in, and spend other seasons recovering from the darkness.

Ventures into the unfamiliar with the hope of finding comfort.

I cry and patiently wait for the day, my spring arrives.