dantedivolo
A montage of memories and dreams. A collection of life. This is what's been given.
The boat gets rocked again, in a storm, and it's wonderful.
Stories, everyone has one. Who's story do you trust?
Music. How do you rate it, when it's so subjective? Everyone likes something different, in some way.
I feel long un-felt things beginning to have their layers dissolved off of them, re-awakening things I can barely remember.
As things begin to ensue, I feel happy again.
Slow, silent night. Lightning, cutting the sky. A dark beauty. A pull beyond measure.
Magenta. Why do I think this color is for punks, or the extremely rich? I almost can't stand to look at it, but then again, I can barely stand to look at anything right now.