The colours of the day. That’s how it started.
A mellow, chocolatey hue, a billion flavours of sweet and salty, merging through a multitude of shades, intonation, hierarchy and captured feelings. Muted yellows, cloudy blues, raging reds- they danced in the visions of my eyes, that dark deep nothingness that died a thousand tears ago. The only thing I hear is the sound of my even breathing, the sound of my scent, the sound of my fear and loathing, and Black is perched on my shoulder, whispering the Darkness into my tingly ears.
I suck on the flavours of the sky, emerging only to the surface when He reached out, tentatively at first and asked if I wanted to spend the day with Him. And the answer caught in my throat, a little furry ball that yearned to scream “Yes!” But instead, came out as an icy blue “Whatever.”
Once upon a dark moon, I had risen to the occasion and swept all rationality asunder, throwing myself over that cliff of uncertainty, only to have myself fallen at the very bottom of the abyss, emptied of life, devoid of meaning and lost my soul. But this day, if only to look into His tender eyes, hear the sweet honey of His voice and relive the once-beautiful memories of our dream… I know that I shall live, and die again.