Untitled 5Silence Seems To Feed Us
It’s about mixing the colours in the mind.
And I just take the pink and the black in my mind as I struggle as she looks back.
The silence seems to feed us.
I remember just fixing the guitar or rather I felt as if I were sleeping, wait, I was playing the guitar, falling asleep and I was dreaming that I should fix it.
There was no snow.
There is no fucking snow in London, she didn’t even have her hood up, she just stood there in a hoodie. Her short hair matched the colours of the fabrics she wore and she shivered slightly. I played a wrong note, but she stayed.
I stopped playing and then she just sat down on the stairs.
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It’s about mixing the colours in the mind.
And I just take the pink and the black in my mind as I struggle as she looks back.
The silence seems to feed us.
I remember just fixing the guitar or rather I felt as if I were sleeping, wait, I was playing the guitar, falling asleep and I was dreaming that I should fix it.
There was no snow.
There is no fucking snow in London, she didn’t even have her hood up, she just stood there in a hoodie. Her short hair matched the colours of the fabrics she wore and she shivered slightly. I played a wrong note, but she stayed.
I stopped playing and then she just sat down on the stairs.
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