Unwritten
The purple mold
Hiding itself away
In a dungeon of a wall
Rarely comes out to play
But when it does
I see the full spectrum
I see it all
In utter beauty, chaos and filth
I eat the grime
I swallow the tangerine whole
I collapse under the weight
It renews me
Why can’t this be real?
It’s not, it’s fake
But it’s alive
The uncontrollable blazing sun
Everything is fake
But blunt and brutal fatalities
Cloud the mind
With questions of nature
No one even knows
No one can understand
The purple mold gets the glass
And the glass gets the purple mold
Purple mold and glass don’t know themselves
For the purple was green
And the glass turned to brick
Everything was forgotten
Ideas float through stars
As thoughts on waves
Tangible to none
But known by all