You might be on your back but at least the view is nice.
Spinning in infinity. Searching for the silence.
You found it near the edge of here and there. On the borders of now and forever.
The blue shone through you like a cold light. I could feel what you felt. It poured out your eyes into mine.
Bathed in light, I walked towards you and became a part of the colouring. A part of the hue.
We painted a life.
I asked if you’d seen any good horror movies lately. You said
“There aren’t any good horror movies anymore. In the 90’s we were scared of the end of the world, so we made movies about that. In the 80’s it was serial killers and psychopaths. Today, we just turn on the news."
It would be nice to have good horror movies again.
It's so much easier to give you pictures and pretty words, not so touchable, not so close to heart. Because I don't think you care. So for now, you just go on and read your pretty words.
