It is so dark.
It’s invisible.
Millions of neon misfires.
Scrapping themselves together into distorted shapes.
That don't speak the same language.
It’s so close.
Yet a million miles away.
A failed taste test.
What is this veil?
My mind?
Desperation?
Maybe this is all it is.
“Patience”, they say.
“Let it set in, bake”.
Like a cake.
That one day I’ll eat.
Or at least it'll sit in the fridge…