words by dominic riccitello

and i fell
with an early bliss
wondering how
things could twist
how shades could turn
from black to red
from red to white
and down to blue
where i used to hide
in dreams at night
wondering why
things die
people cry
happiness divides
two beings
one stuck in sadness
another stuck in a daze
where the lens
brings haze
and all they see 
is a broken image
of what they longed to be
but who they actually were