Black and white. Darkness and light. Wrong and right. Erase them all, chunk them right into the bottom of the chimney for someone else. I don't need them more than I need these pieces of scraped, burnt papers buried within the depths of this filth. Just this hollow sound that resonates with my heart. Just this, I'd need so much I'd reach out, falling, tumbling down the rough edges just to feel the heat of what once was hot, pouring raw emotions.
And I'll pen them down in my heart, the adrenaline that rushes through whenever you resonate; brightly, painfully, etched deep within this wrecked mind of broken thoughts and unspoken words.
