#3

At one point I had lived in a sort of dream.
Life felt as a whole like those winter days in everyone's childhood where you felt safe and happy and boundless.
Wondering in the snowscape and having the inexpressible feelings course through your veins.
Then I woke up to reality.
One can say the sun set and the bed bid the weary travelers to come and die in the undisturbed tomb that is our souless and joyless lives.
Well, no flare here, what you make of you own life is purely subjective anyway.

But what can I say? all I know is how to get lost in the ugly charm of it all;
The intoxicating autumn that is lovely at the same time that it rips the air and thus the very words from our already speechless mouths.
A sunset is most pleasing, but for some just know that it marks the start of that phenomena known as "midnight depression".
Wild world isn't it?
The thing I find enthralling about blacking out is not the white to blackness sensation before ones eyes, but the revelation one has during and at times, after the incident.
It is typical to see someone change their behavior after such happenings.
I trust that you will come around soon.

-the low sound resounds.

White.
Brown.
Air moves swiftly by
Pink noses and red smiles
Warm heart
Cold breath
Pictures of blurs in fast darkness
Lean in
So close.

Black.
Grey.
Mixed Sounds drift through still wind unbreathed
Muffled cry
Tired eyes
Feelings abandon chains left Unbroke
Fell back
To close.

Gold.
Red.
Sweet smells greet unwilling fractures
Restless mind
Cannot fit
House disturbed lets loose hard lives freely
Wanted hard
Way to far.

White.
Black.
Questioned pieces lead to solid lies
Broken lessons
Buried man
Hardest things in life came without a warning or plan.
Whitest white.
Darkest night.