diluted

it’s always right behind me
waiting for the chance
the warnings flash when I close my eyes
with mesmerizing colors and patterns

soften the edges
another diluted day
staring at the wall in the living room

I can feel the anchor
deteriorating again
and the surface is gleaming
with light and life
and I can’t tell the difference
between excitement and fear

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