Like music that keeps playing in your head long after it has stopped.
Like the woman you still see as beautiful after she has turned into a monster.
Like the rainbow you missed as you walked home with your head down.
Like the pages you skimmed through and read nothing.
Like the way you say "I love you" but do you really want to? Do you really?
Like staring out of the window and glassy eyes stare back at you. But there is no fear. It is a mutual understanding of the unknown.
Like the sound of howling deep within your dreams that take you back to where you came from- a land where sound merges into light and light merges into a vortex and the land subsides.
Be afraid of the one who writes with no force on the paper.
Be afraid of the absence of will and humanity.
Be afraid of indelible writing with no point of view.
