when you look
at the stars
do you think of wars
when you see something beautiful
do you feel dull

vertigo did
her thoughts
told her
she felt like shit
and her words
told them she felt
grateful
not even the slightest bit
dull

so yeah
maybe that
what feels like a lie
really is a truth
and the other way around
maybe it's a wound
that's closing

maybe
say it so often
that all the splinters
soften
so they can fix you
and a bit of themselves too

maybe
though your watercolour-feelings
got mixed up
it's still not completely grey
and there's a way
to see the orange okay

or perhaps
just fuck all
this
well-meant-optimism
let yourself suffer a lil longer
till it makes you feel stronger