We both don't think the same

Yet we still are the same

Same skin

Organs

Blood

Yet our mind shifted and split into two of us

A color deep as the bottom of the sea

Is the cloak worn twelve months ago

Deep in self hatred

Deep in panic

Deep in the weights of depression that sink you down to the bottom of the sea

She wasn't open to the rays of color

The rhythms of melodies

The movements of the soul

The contractions of love

It was closed by the one who wore the cloak

A color as high as the baby blue skies

Is the soul she bared at last

Weightless of grief and pain

Open to the pulse of life