Umgedreht

Gray is the sky and black are the streets that you walk on. Empty cars filled with people. Small houses with long hallways. Strangers whose faces you know perfectly. Eyes, nose, wrinkles of worry, and wrinkles of laughter. Birds who walk instead of flying. Friends who are quiet and don't speak. Comedians who make people cry and poets who make people laugh. A mouth that says one thing and a heart that says the other. Chairs that people lay on and tables that people sleep on. Nights that are brighter than the days. Hands that are small and ears that are big. It goes A, and then C, and then B. Robbers who give and givers who take. Teachers who learn and students who teach. People who talk but don't mean a word. Music that sounds like silence. This is the world that you know. In your head nothing makes sense, when actually, it does.