I'd like to think that there are two worlds.
One of color and sound,
and one of shadows and silence.
Worlds existing side by side,
glimpsing at one another to meet somewhere in harmony.
As clouds dance on the sky and night focuses on nothing
These worlds touch.
If I were in a world of color and noise,
screaming from my eyes to the extent of my shadow,
would I be happy to be a beating drum or a dancing array of light?
Then in silence and shadow I would be content knowing only illusions of life
and dark pieces of a world unnoticed
and unchanged.
At night both worlds are hidden. No color engulfed by silence.
Anxiously awaiting something to change and jump out of place.
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