POLYCHROME EUPHEMISM




by NUMPARA

Pleasant terms, garish colours, soft heavy criticism. I have no use besides just being. Being regardless of whether it works or not. I stay. You stay. Stay, stay, stay. I don't want you to stay. I want you to come along. But nobody knows how to leave. Nobody knows how to deal. It's beautiful, it's so happy. An isms disguised as colour tries to get attention.