i wrote this
And you finally rose from the ashes that created words. nothing is more inspiring then pale against pale. roses blowing threw white powder tthat you couldnt imagine exsisted beyond doves eyes that tell stories of lovers lifes.dont resist to breath out anymore its exactly how it felt to revolve around warm oxygen of a molucular you'll never see for yourself.together we are every song, color, season and tear that this world has blushed. you cant deny this i swear my sleave hasnt seen a better day in moths and that learly smile on your facfe was finally woards me and that ocean in your eyes seemed way more deep. and this fiction in your senses got up and prayed to god it will never feel like a falling man again because the black is white again, my friend.