A lot goes unsaid in trips of ecstacy
Without you without me
Without this intangible faith
The difference between a trip and a dive gets erased.
While you are staring at the vast skies
Looking for a spot of some particular color
Or hunting wildly among the grey-green grass
For the flying fantasies that you so love
Do you remember that that color
Is a combination of two pairs of eyes?
Do you remember the way it seemed
When u saw it alone?
And how you struggled to describe it?
You need me to be there
It's orange it's yellow it's red
Wont it all be grey otherwise?
Or was I, in my naivette, unaware?
Tricking myself? Were you all this while
Only pretending that you did not know?
You can tell between the colors now can't you?
That's why you dont need me anymore.
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