black.
endless skies before a storm
eyes staring into mine
delirium dancing around in my head
dark cloak enveloping the morning sun
red.
bloodshot eyes no longer blinking
heat and ecstasy and chaos
pain and passion…collide…with feist
ink frantically scribbled on papyrus
white.
delight of nothingness
eternal bliss of emptiness
where are you? are you even there?
i'm in way above my head
-november 11, 1999-
-9:55 am-
-from blue feather-
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