Oct 2014
Green and blue.
Each contorting into gruesome hues,
Only to dance,
With the thought of each other.
Creating,
Yellow.
Yellow like the eclipsed sun,
Yellow like the dying flower,
Yellow like the blood of Gods,
Ichor.
Each contorting into gruesome hues,
Only to dance,
With the thought of each other.
Creating,
Yellow.
Yellow like the eclipsed sun,
Yellow like the dying flower,
Yellow like the blood of Gods,
Ichor.
Random scribbles that I found in the worn out pages of my notebook. Still trying to make sense of it. And randomly smiling :)
