It is right.
A black hole will eat the Sun
and then on Sunday mornings
it will still be night
and you will be like:
"I should have brought more wine."
Night is when light takes a break from making colour,
so I suppose making white must be really tiring
'cause light sleeps a lot during winter.
If passion is red,
and apples are green,
what colour is music?
If there's no song about it,
it's not real.
Cut red, blood.
Cut blue, flood.
Cut yellow, blindness.
Cut green, pollution.
Cut black, corruption.
Cut white, avalanche.
When I type I think of myself as a big writer.
When I beat rhythm on on my knees, I'm a musician.
When I count, I'm a famous mathematician.
When I can't stop talking, I'm a philosopher.
When I'm asking for direction, I'm an explorer.
When I'm right, I'm a good lawyer.
When I colour, I’m 5 again.
© Bianca Apostol