Because every colors

A mixture;

An ingredient;

A song;

A story;

No two colors are exactly the same,

But they can be together.

Its in a little box

And everywhere at once

It’s alive

And it’s a machine

It can do anything and nothing

You decide.

What makes us faster?

Is it energy

Or the inertia following

Exertion?

Is it how big we are?

Or how small?

Is it distance?

In time or space?

is it us, or something else?

The answer,

Is yes

Realities twist and turn

Your words can seem lost

in the interminable sounds

Which somehow limit you

Despite your feelings

And your questions.

Wait!

There is another explanation:

You are lost

But not to the monsters

Nor the memories

No.

You are lost, in time and space;

Directions intersecting

Planes changing

Nothing seems real.

And yet,

if it can all change so quickly

Why can’t you?

Maybe,

you still have something you need to do

It’s up to you.

Locked to never be touched or seen or felt

By each other

Stone cold isolation

The qualities of statues and stories

Without story tellers

Quantum entanglement with infinite pain

Their love lost in the folds of time, and space

But what’s lost can be found again

Not in a mirror without flaws

But from forth the vibrating strings,

Which diverge and coalesce:

To form,

Us