an empty carousel at sunset
My own piece of cyberheaven used as a medium to express my misery in life or to display my lame attempts at being substantive.
Sunday, March 12, 2017
6:03 AM
Albeit the cruelty, languor and melancholia, two souls met and freedom flowed. The windows opened, the drapes put down and we resurfaced. I felt the wind tickle my skin and the sunshine seep through my face. No longer was the world black and white- splashes of color started to show. It was a spectacle- sublime and delightful.  

Though sentences and lengthy paragraphs would never really capture everything, I hope my futile attempts at words would suffice.