misfits light up boring days.
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 noContinue reading “monochrome 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 blossomingContinue reading “paint – my life”