It’s funny seeing colours jump around on your skin
when all you’ve looked at before
is black and white.
When supporting hands surround you if you fall
instead of nothingness,
and the darkness can’t take hold in your mind
because sconces filled with rich fire have been lit throughout
It’s funny, having backup, an alter-ego, a friend.
You don’t quite know what to do,
because the part of you that remembers this is what it should be like
is still hiding under the blankets.
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