Tinted.

Statisfaction. In all cases your never fully satatisfied.

Anchored. The dirt has settled and my place is anchored in the grown.

Disolving. The life I loved is disolving and only key peices or concrete.

Cramped. The messed is cramped and compacted into thiny places. And I never put them there.

Transparent. Its like holding a glass to my face, my life is transparent in ways but tinted in others.

Disillusion. Its like a sunset tha casts off grays and purples. Were living in full disilluison.

Dismiss. Ive been dismissed and Ive been sold to the market. And its all torture.