Start with colours. they always get away with attitude. but they'll try to convince you of your mood. what you want they'll give it to you. but it's only therapy, that's all they do.
It flickered to light. It turned broke what was right. It got the roots by the hair. What was was no longer there. . It blocked out the sun. It climbed up the stairs.
A man is not his song. A song is a promise. If a man is just his song. Then can the song be beyond us?. How we make it up. And it sends in deep elation.