White noise.
Velvety Mischief.Chaos,beautiful black chaos.
The cacophony of silence.Deafening silence.
Blood red.Scarlet.Squelched.
A certain kind of inexplicable euphoria.
Sand grains in your palm.
Sand dunes in a desert.
Stars in the nightsky.
A silent silhouette.In silent evenings.With silent smiles.Praying silent prayers.
Flaming bright ambition.Ambition not recognised.
Pink paper roses.Old roses in blue paper bags.In old rusted corners.
Two lost souls.Grey covenants signed.The bargain made.
Selling dreams.Buying smiles.Noone complains.Noone cries.
But soon the white noise dries.Purple haze dwells on murky skies.
Murky blue skies.
Colours die.
Only colourless drops of hope remain.
But they loved imperfections.Colourless imperfections.
And the warmth of holy sunshine.And cloudy joys.And dreams that were afraid of waking..
And tunes frightened of breaking.And crimson memories.And the darkness of his soul,afraid of dying.
