My life. As eye see it.
Last year, around this time, I was getting out of a really messy break-up, which also lead me to bankruptcy and without an apartment to call my own.
Give it to me straight.
As I have grown wiser, I can’t help but feel that honesty has been greatly underrated. Honesty as kindness that is. Although it leaves most people sort of offended, one needs to realize its for the greater good.
Black, the colour of your soul.
White as the night, you, I hold.
Grown fondness, flames are burning
It’s a moonless night, we are yearning.
White as the noise that surrounds the room.
Black, the colour of the possibilities that loom?