can anybody fly this thing?

"your feet are so white!"
"I" was white that day silly! Clued out about what was to come; that was the color of my consciousness; did you not see?

"your eyes are so black". hah. that was the color of my reality. "YOU" could not have known what it meant to be black. YOU were anti-christ. and you were the Taker.

and when i bled i recall your fascinated voice "your blood is such a pure ruby red". yes that was my blood. and that day it was not shed for you.

Today i am all those colors and more. and everyday i imbibe more. I know I gave you sunny yellow and passionate red and gave you the sombre grey. and you were happy, loved, thoughtful, assured and so much more. but did you know i replenished my colors even as they were rubbed out and diminished? replenished a palate full and hid them - almost subconsciously.

Now, when i look towards you, i see a hard brown. and when i come to you, it is so cold. i shiver, i glow, and pull this wrapping around me, tighter. i go closer and touch you. but in the erstwhile embrace of your lips there is no giving. i draw back and draw blood. it's colorless and it is not mine.

But when i run with the taste of blood in my eyes and tears in my mouth, i run aimlessly. over mountains and molehills and through labyrinths. i fly over endless seas. i crash, i get bruised, scratched and i break a few limbs.

why dont i learn how to fly? and make another reality?
to glide and make circles in the air
and dive down and pull away from the proximity of land just in time to avoid its reality?

But I want to be able to bleed again . in another land.

Thou hast committed
Fornication: but that was in another country
And besides, the wench is dead.
The Jew of Malta