You, me — or whoever else

Could pour their hearts out on paper,

Tears trickling, dripping, merging with the ink —

Mixing, forming depictions closely resembling,

An impromptu Rorschach test.

And when we think we’ve said all we can

With no inhibitions. We look around us and see

That no one cares —

Hell, no one even noticed.

And you know what ….

There’s something morbidly hilarious about that.

– O.D. ©2020

Color Of The Wind.