of blue skies and grey winters.

"for me, you've been a roller coaster of happiness,
pain, and despair, all at once.."

a lone thought.

here i am,
isolated in the midst of a mass orchestrated pantomime,
and the black box in front of me emits hums of persuasion.

this is when i finally understands,

how this day last a lot longer,
without that blink urging my utmost attention.

of birthdays and all.

happy birthday,
dear ghost.

may our shadows,
meld together after all.

of empty hallways and cereal boxes.

life is like those broken toilets in derelict malls,
when you hit the switch, nothing happens.

childrens of the night.

as we return to the night,
we return to what we are,
to where we were born.

and thus we will return,
to where shadow reigns,
and shapes begin to lie about their existence.

of admittances and dead-ends.

those lines was written,
on a white lit background,
of a contrasting black LCD screen.

it was muted.

a sincere imitation of life.

but as fake as it is,
the pain it creates is so very real.