to go through life
with rose-tinted glasses,
or with no glasses at all
brother
is the world grey to you, as well?
I think people see colors.
I make-believe them
Because I see through the lenses of my spite.
If the veil was lifted,
oh, if the veil was lifted
I could love, even
love and be whole
About the Creator
M.
Half-time writer, all time joker. M. Maponi specializes in speculative fiction, and speculates on the best way to get his shit together.
Author of "Reality and Contagion" and "Consultancy Blues"
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
There is a sensitivity and elegance of thoughts in your poem that I like!💚