i could see their faces and hear my voice
but i know i wasn't there
time became a water colors
and they finally started to bleed together
my knees shook me to the ground
and i woke up vomiting
that was when i knew my father wasn't here
though here became an unclear term.
inside the kaleidoscope
weary of the turns that shift
comfortable with the regrettable
why am i bleeding
how long have i been crying
but it was a phantom fleeting thought
the next time ill be prepared
but the colors form new colors
disregarding the present location
no compass will tell me
and no stars will guide me
to an ever changing place
or constant reminder
that this isn't the home it should be
somethings misplaced, i just dont know what