Colours and Secrets

Truth is common belief. Sure it can be proven but if no one believed then what good would it be? I had laid in five beds one summer with the sand still between my feet, I accepted it. The different smells that came from the kitchens in the mornings when it was too hot to sleep past 11am. There was no love on those plates just the slightly burned sausages and stale coffee. But I stayed. The nights were a dance of fevered lights we used to play in before sleep. The mornings were quiet lazy with what felt like smoke still in the air, but was probably just bad taste. No one ever speaks in the mornings, a silent routine as we wait for the ground to settle before we start abusing it again. And it was here I learned love was just a routine to guarantee some closure for insecure minds, a common belief. They say on the midday news that the world is changing and I'd like to see myself a revolutionist, whose faith may have left the iron on too long. Or the faith may have left only to appear in situations when you have to will it back into your mind again, like a mathematical equation you make a silly little phrase to remember. I once heard someone say faith is silly and I disagreed in my head, piecing together how it works. If faith were to come from an outside source like "God" or (in)humanity then it is silly, but if it comes from nature or whatever is inside then why is it so bad? We all need a personal expression of some hope and direction.

The weather is changing, now. The days are a mix of colours and secrets, neither voicing what the future has ahead. The smoke turned to mist and it comes every morning and sometimes at night when the drinks have kept us warm like no one else could. And if we can't find our way home through the frosty streets we'll wrap a blanket around us and pray for daylight as though the world could stop spinning at any second. No one will tell you if your hair's gotten too long if the mist doesn't stop spinning. And if the mist doesn't stop then that means time has finally stood still and all of the confusion and the disagreements can come to an end. When there is nothing left who wants hate? And the world will be an equilibrium of harmony and acceptance.