Color
Everywhere silence is there music is also and everywhere my thoughts may stir there be a bridge between darkness and color. A spectrum between mystery and a withholding of silver that grasps the faint line that divides reality and nightmares occasionally blurring the bridge. For even the monsters of my darkest dreams are scared of crossing that line for what once was there now is taken now solemn is joy and stillness is time. Yet again we struggle to stay awake as our world slowly falls apart beneath our light beneath our time which has deceased all that's left is shadow
