I've forgotten that the sky is blue,
which some say should be hard –
I've forgotten that rain is not black,
that it falls in a straight line,
it twists with the wind and is black as night.
I've forgotten that the world is not aflame,
that fires don't engulf every street
and take as many lives
as they do leaves.
I've forgotten what it is like to not wear a mask,
to laugh freely without a barrier,
and somehow, some way...
I'm used to it.