Apr 21, 2008 00:53
Days walk on by the canary cage near the window with a sombre visage and occasionally i'd see a tip of the hat or a nod in my direction.
Life slowly starts to peel each layer of colour starting from the upper right corner down to the bottom left. Before long all you're living in is in an unsaturated movie still. But why are most pictures prettier in black and white? To capture true essence?
Then it was my fault for trying to experiment with paint. bad ideas with good intentions have incredibly serious repercussions. I have built my own battleship. Created my own artificial ocean. Walked my own plank. And fell head first down to the bottom of my own blue shaded paranoia.
You never saw it coming. This is why you couldn't save me. This is why i have lost you. This is why i know i am going to lose my every form of meaning in the world.
you are my every form of meaning in this world