My eyes used to be blue
and now they’re green.
I used to think that my eyes could see seas boundless
where my irises bloomed in an endless summer day
giving definition to colors that I hadn’t seen and never knew.
And
there was even a time where they changed tints shades and hues
collapsing and caressing new dreams and stage cues.
That blue of fresh water that is now liquid nothingness.
They used to be gray
but they aren’t anymore.
They used to cling on to a dream and stay hopeful
for the magic that would
one day kidnap them
and drop them off somewhere else.
La vida is now Vida
Blue.
A lefty with a one point eight four earned run average
which
gets you so much more.
La vida is now an oasis
of vibrant trees emerald that no longer breathe
surface area with no meaning
life moving
but not living
with branches that lead to healthy despair
with veins that lead to nowhere.
My eyes used to be blue
and now they are green.
I’m not so sure what to think anymore.
