it is a mere person who has thoughts and opinions,
who has dreams, hopes and creations
and intensity of a life with the wants like a child.
a person who is in the later stages of eighteen,
unfortunately useless as an activist and travelling
at an aimless direction in the journey they partake.
it is a person who’s beliefs get questioned
and as a white flag was thrown, a change of subject must subdue.
a person who is uncovering the hidden treasures taken at one day at a time whilst enjoying the view of the laughter upon their peers.
it is a yellow person, not a white. a middle class yellow person
who is most likely similar to the reader. maybe.
a yellow person living in a colourful society full of orbs,
and compared to them the person is a speck. a dot.
some dirt on your windshield that you’d spray with water and wipe away.
nonetheless, it’s alright. one day you shall come across this weird of a mark. maybe not.

this is an expression. a love poem. a hate mail. a metaphor.
but most of all it is a reflection.
these words aren’t beautiful, they’re not suppose to be.
they’re facts. and whilst the adventure continues,
i’m taking you down with me.

until later,

good day.

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