Excerpt from Different

“They say life is full of colors. And yet I see only two, black and white, and, obviously, you.
 Black is the emptiness, the meaning, the meaning of emptiness and the emptiness of meaning. The soul dwells in words and the words in night and yet the night is speechless, soulless and I, empty, and meaningless. And yet, right now, it all makes sense, doesn’t it?
 White is goodness, forgiveness and love, the color that made me fall in love. White is the first page of a new start, the old scent of a new story, the eternal promise of an unknown soul.
 And you, you’re all the colors of the world, every song and every word, every garden, rose and bird. This image is in my head, so very much dead. And, right now, it doesn’t make sense at all.”