misfits

misfits light up boring days.

monochrome life

monochrome. the simple pleasures of life,granted. desire, rage, calm. satisfaction at where he stoodas the sun lit fire to the drowning sky. the empty man – his dead mother he did not mourn,his girlfriend he did not love – he murdered a man under a fiery sky,the reason why remains obscure but he felt no

paint – my life

i lived in a black and white world.monochrome, i saw only two sidesof the coin – never the ends and never the folds. to me, myself was the combinationof the ugly from my parents,of white scars running deep through black souls. but, if i was the cracked, uneven sidewalk,you were the bouquet of flowers blossoming