Slaves to the ….
I’ve considered burning the pages of the journal in my life that was inked by you…
Then again life would be tasteless without you.
You’ve marinated my soul with Colours and it’ll never be the same, just that sprinkle of you made it less insane.
I’ve considered, perhaps i was intoxicated when somehow we had perhaps met.
In another cerebral Plain we could be lovers and soulmates I’ll let ink the path to our love once again.