There were but one, not one, only one could know, the someone who had to acknowledge, a witness to my disappearance. Their surety belong to what i have known, as tactile as my protected footwear, clad my barren sole to every response, a affirmation in critique of comfort to colour all in natural hide, my reappearing daily catch to a familiar one past the next trying your best, to arrange this strange spectrum of colours.

It was said, you’re not a colour, though i remind to a awaken state, monochrome in mother nature, is unacceptable. Divide by someone, our reasonable imprint of matter, to black the sky to lack trespassing through and residing for a locality in the after dark. Did yesterday resume one’s ability, a digitally sound documentation of profound binary colours, coded into the networked reality of one’s fabricated featuring of shoe.

Talked to the trespassing time, my awaiting shoes, Alice’s shoe wouldn’t claim my foot, with a timely stroke i had an impelling solution; borrow what I had found, locate them to know of Alice, her shoes, they were never to hold my colour, frames a witness to my lost day awoken.