I'm having a hard time focusing today.
Sliding down the hard, thin walls of reality.
Listening to the incessant hammering outside.
My protest colors are flying high, ready to be ignited if necessary.
Necessity to resist is a point of fact, a daily reality.
I resist with these colors.
I resist with my own colorful notion of humanity.
Necessity to exist is a point of fact, a daily reality.
I exist as these colors.
I exist as my own colorful notion of humanity.
Color theory will not separate us.