Walking along the ocean: my mind was imaginary, swimming
in passions again. My dreams became companions in my
loneliest nights—a closest friend.

The colours of time were a painted clear picture; the black
and white meaning of life written all in scripture.
I sang praises with rocks, mountains, and every living creature—hoping they would comfort me again.

I was dreaming of the end, it was such a dark picture.
In the same darkness before the beginning, I wondered if I
was alive, or close to my death.

Sinking into an ocean of tears, walking along nothingness
hoping not to slip. Trying to keep track of all of my past
steps, spending fashionable time. I was fashionably late.
Wearing down my heart, of the evil I've done—I woke up early
this morning to repent.

These voices were chasing, but I chose not to run. They passed me
over in one quicken rush. And I thought if was saved by the
colour of Love.

Or was it the white rising flag of mery upon my sinking ship.
I can't tell you what it was, but I could say it was peace—I was
just lost in a world of Colours & Dreams.

I touch pieces of Heaven every time that I sleep.