These dark colours

I'm not there yet
I'm not

I'm pushing and pushing
And I can feel

Everything

The dark mushy slodge
That I'm in
Trying to wash myself

To make myself feel okay
Whats lost
Is gone and I will never get it back
That type of magic

Just move

I can create a new version!
Of what? Not me.

I'm not going anywhere
It will all remain

All the beauty I used to know
I'm moving
Move

Magic is not meant to last
I'll make something of these dark colours