I dream RED

little red sparks, a pretty scarlet thought, a meadow of little crimson flowers I dream of

A sweet little red candy, a little book with a crimson cover, lovely little scarlet dreams there I discover

little scarlet berry bushes, a cute bird with a crimson wing, a little red song for the crimson bird to sing

red satin sashes, scarlet hair bands, little crimson butterflies settle on my sun kissed hands

scarlet cheeks, crimson lips, a little red beetle exploring on my fingertips

I lay on a bed of soft scarlet leaves, close my eyes and sunspots appear red, with a gaze into the crimson sea sunset

the crimson waters shimmer, and twinkle little red stars, a sweet little scarlet memory opens up old forgotten scars

the crimson passion overflows, till my scarlet heart is dead, i keep waiting for you till eternity and I dream RED ...

I dream red...

Sometimes I wonder...

A lone february STAR

I was playing the guitar you gave me. A particular song... my body bearing the resonance of the strings heavily laden with memories of you. It was a little too much for me to take, but something made me go on. A silent little encouragement from you...
I had to go through it. And after I did, the silence was calming, a permanent sedative for the pain and hysteria from my loss. I was still shaking from the vibrations. And I know you were there...
Never has a song brought back so much of what you gave me before. Never have I missed you more. Never had I realised you made me into what I am today. You live through me. You are my hero, today and forever.

And I play for you this song from my heart:

hanging on
here until I'm gone
right where I belong

just hanging on
even though I watched you come and go
how was i to know you'd steal the show

one day I'll have enough to gamble
I'll wait to hear your final call
Bet it all
hanging on

hanging on here until I'm gone
right where I belong
just hanging on

even though, passed this time alone
somewhere so unknown
it heals the soul

you ask for walls, I'll build them higher
we'll lie in shadows of them all
I'd stand but they're much too tall
and I fall

February stars
floating in the dark
temporary scars
February stars

---------------February Stars (The colour and the shape) Foo Fighters.

each one has a different way of looking at things.

each one has a different way of looking at things.
Originally uploaded by DraconianRain

I saw it, and thought... something. Just a few random thoughts. But profound, now that I think back. certain interpretations are unavoidable, but I like looking at somethings that let me imagine what I want. I don't want to be told anything, I want to interpret according to me. according my constant ramblings. Not empty but filled with nonsense that will let me join the dots without any numbers.
A straight thought does not amount to much. It typecasts me.
A skew dismantling my mind into millions of pieces and putting it all together in drastically varying patterns comforts me.