whisper war.

big city dreams, hushed acoustic and lilac weariness, a hue short of nostalgia. black book, with too many emotions, handicapped with the inability to express in mere letters. more like being at home with the clouds, towering over so many things, but never distant. cosy and comfy. this feeling, tangible yet, not entirely physical. overwhelmed, for the lack of a better word. and a subtle undercurrent of adrenaline, running through the electricity along ceilings. as the waves pass through, listening to soothing voices and songs about strawberry avalanches. in my world of dreams and reverie, i would like to scream i love you to everyone i love right now.