Sharp Mind

I have a sharp mind

Sometimes too sharp

it bleeds myself

 

Spare me any excuse

Spare me any sorry

I don’t want to cut them into pieces

 

Come see me in all seasons

in which you’re naked

or fully dressed

 

Just don’t come to me

in a fake clothes

you choose to impress me

 

I am not blind

Even in my sleep

my eyes are wide awake

 

My nights are often long

I dream of many

The broken tapes

 

I can see all colours

the gradients

the hue and saturation

 

I see them all vivid

that it scares me 

sometime

 

But true colours

they are mostly beautiful

and warm

Yogyakarta, 10 December 2010

Intan

The photo is from the author's personal gallery.