Everything feels wrong.
Nothing fits in this place.
Maybe not all
Perhaps.

Not even You.
You talk,
But yet You don't.

What's the point then?
I must as well live in my own world of 'reality'.
In the space of whiteness.
Or have you already done that?
Is your's coloured?

Perhaps.

Then again,
I wouldn't know.
You don't S P E A K.

At least not to ME.