As it shines and darkens.
The difference is but the time
Black and white distinguishes as colors. But does to make any difference?.

As I sit, up and below.
Thinking neither about clothes.
Nor about shoes in colors.
But of grumbling stomach sound incessant.

Helplessly I sigh.
Dreaming of when my mouth shall water. With comfort not negotiable.
With no worries of the dusk feat.

Then maybe, I can barely think
of the clothing and accessories.
Which I never thought.
While in this forced confinement
© Keenah