a coloured perspective

as days are spent
in quiet observation
and wondering why she cringes
at my mere sight

the wind howls
as it ceaselessly blows
behind my ears
and i run inside to hide

but she notices
for a second, stares
observes, recognizes,
only to look away

and again a tinge of disgust
swims into her expression
and misguided opinions
make weary a pretty face

the uncommon choice

walk on, into the burning desert i did
not hearing their voices behind me
..insane, madman, they cried and cursed
but all i could do was smile
and face the boiling sun