Ink Blue and Grey
Lying on the cold floorI see nought but the skyBut not stars and moons like usualEven when others see themI never do; I'll never see themI'm not like other peopleAll I see is the ink blue swirlsSeeping slowly into the grey abyssWhy can't others see this beautyIt's so much better than the normThe swirls in all directionsAnd the mixing between coloursIts like a Van Gogh paintingBut in vivid motionIt's never the same