the world is running in 300 shades
of black.
but not one of them is gray.
every colour in between,
single lines, never seen.
the pricks on my skin are cold.
purple, but everything is still black.
it's still in black, nothing can be
seen right.
the knots in my stomach start to
unwind.
200 miles of torn up string.
and ribbons, pieces, and shreds.
pieces and shreds
ribbons torn in a thousand
different directions
too late to be stapled together.
how much time has passed
from the first piece being torn.
until the last piece was burned.
and the ashes, never finding
their way back home.
zerogeass
beautiful as always
redjokerx
thank you ^_^