#vivad

[thebubblequeen-songs]

[newshawkers]

[vxsicns]

[swindlersmusik]

Very seldom is life painted vividly. Dawn seeps into dusk just as the liveliness of spring halts to a stop and the dead leaves fall away. Love; once a raging fire ignited by thine eyes eventually engulfing our shallow frame, scorching our frost bitten bones, will ultimately sizzle out, curtsey of the muddy waters of reality All evidence of the burden that is time. It’s unyielding grasp we are indebted to lay idle  We grow a costumed to blurring out the intervening grays, shying away from ominous dark clouds in fear of what torrential downpour has built up betwixt the suns rays Well I am no longer afraid; although my wavering voice and precarious limps betray my conviction, I scream through my own thunderous self doubt I am not afraid to embrace the inevitable longing, wishing, hoping that ripples through the silent resoivoir of existence. Whereas the resplendent colors of tranquility seem inciting enough, it is within the eye  of the storm that we learn to act on instinct. Learn to love the opaque skies for what they are. Fore there will always be a set of fiery green eyes to set your skin a blaze, a summer sun to kiss your lips with curiosity, a fresh blanket of snow that perhaps isn’t as pure as it seem , nevertheless lays gently untouched by tainted memories. The one thing that rightfully promises to be there till the end is time

Where the sky ends and the ocean begins (Fuckshermy)