I've forgotten that the sky is blue
which some say should be hard
and yet
look up.
I've forgotten that rain is not black
that it falls in a straight line
but now
it twists with the wind and is black as night
I've forgotten that worled is not aflame
that fires don't engulf every street
and take as many lives
as they do leaves
I've forgotten what it is like to not wear a mask
to laugh freely, without a barrier
and somehow, someway...
I'm used to it.
which some say should be hard
and yet
look up.
I've forgotten that rain is not black
that it falls in a straight line
but now
it twists with the wind and is black as night
I've forgotten that worled is not aflame
that fires don't engulf every street
and take as many lives
as they do leaves
I've forgotten what it is like to not wear a mask
to laugh freely, without a barrier
and somehow, someway...
I'm used to it.
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